They continued to mutate the black fog around my limbs. Although it was useless, I discovered that I was able to move a little. However, the tip of the blade discovered this point. With a wave of his hand, those tiny clay figures turned into dust and disappeared.
"Damn it!" I screamed, and found that the knife tip was going to deal with Huang Daxian. I roared again.
"A trash like you, who is neither human nor ghost, has the nerve to think that you can be compared with this lady. A servant is just a slave, don't dream of turning over to be a landlord!" I roared.
From the words of the knife head before, it seemed that he had some opinions about the black-dressed woman, and even wanted to be on the same level as her. The others were called the big miss of the black-dressed woman. It was es
