The gold dragon, wrapped in a bath towel, suddenly felt something blocking its path—even though it should have been furious, the moment it saw the blocker clearly, it... instantly changed to a haunted expression.
Almost without hesitation and without any words... the gold dragon turned tail and ran—it's so terrified of this eastern true dragon, afraid it might feed it those weird pills again.
That feeling of energy with no outlet, as if something rushed to the top of the brain and then flowed back through the tiny blood vessels all over the body, like being roasted and with a fatal sense of being blocked from urination—it was simply soul-stirring.
"Where are you running!" Long Xiruo raised her fist, squinting her eyes.
Thinking to herself, it was really Dazzle who understands me... sensing that there was already something like a barrier imposed around, the true dragon of China was planning to loosen her muscles properly.
