The opponent was clearly waiting for Du Yu. As soon as he noticed Du Yu's silhouette, the Male Emperor's Minister immediately shot upward.
"You!" Du Yu almost laughed in anger.
An Emperor Level figure, being chased by a Demon Taming General, fleeing in panic, do you not have any dignity?
"Du Yu! Du Yu!" Little Fen Yang seemed a bit annoyed, "He's toying with us!"
Du Yu: "..."
Little Fen Yang shouted, "Hurry, chase him! Catch up to him!"
Chase?
How to chase?
There is a big stage difference between the Emperor's Minister and me!
Not to mention, all the soldiers of the Cold Race cultivate Cold Qi.
Pure body refinement, only refining the flesh!
"Nai~" Bai Yujing let out a deer cry, swiftly surveying the surroundings with its lively eyes.
"Sorry, Xiaobai." Du Yu mounted the deer, a hint of guilt in his heart.
Unless absolutely necessary, he truly didn't want to summon Bai Yujing onto such a brutal battlefield.
