Honey Trap
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Thanks for your hard work, White Dragon." After a pause, Ji Hanwu smiled and said, "Perhaps we should call you Black Dragon now."
"Master can call me whatever you please, my name is just an alias," Black Dragon said in a muffled voice.
Black smoke swirled around Black Dragon. The black fog got thicker and thicker, forming a thundercloud that flowed out of the window gaps. The tip of the entire building was completely enveloped by the black fog, looking like a magical castle that stood in the night.
"How does it feel to devour a God?"
Black Dragon narrowed its eyes, licking its lips with its crimson tongue, "Nothing like ever before."
"Let's advance together, old sport." Ji Hanwu coughed, putting a palm over his mouth.
"I have a feeling that we might not be able to hide for long."
"Then let us receive the true hurricane, and see who's the ultimate darkness," Black Dragon raised its head, its voice deep and eerie.
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