Swamp Beast and Flame Dragon are the same, they both started accompanying her five years ago.
However, along the way, despite nine deaths and countless hardships, these two people seem to have no sense of existence.
The only difference is that the flame dragon is in a deep sleep due to the awakening of its bloodline, while the swamp beast is due to laziness...
Qing Ge has been a human being for two lifetimes and has never seen anything lazier than a swamp beast.
This guy has become so lazy that he has reached a state of perfection, and even speaking seems to be a life-threatening matter.
What makes Qing Ge feel even more strange is that other monsters and remnant souls all need to absorb Yuan Power and Crystal Power.
The swamp beast has not eaten in five years, nor has it relied on any energy waves. Five years have passed, and it is still alive...
It, like a corner of the night, has long been integrated into the darkness.
If he hadn't spoken at this moment, Qingge might have forgotten about the Swamp Beast.
"How disgusting."
He only said a faint word, and his figure and breath were annihilated in the dark night.
Qingge lowered her eyes, and her gaze fell on Chu Cheng.
"Brother, it's the same for you. You don't even know how to say a word to Acheng when you come back."
Chu Cheng held Chu Changge's arm and tilted his head to look at him. His handsome face reflected the bright moonlight, and his dark eyes were pure and innocent.
Like a young man who doesn't know the dangers of the world, even his soul is clear and clean.
Chu Changge looked at him without saying a word or making a sound, but his face was covered with winter-like frost, like a beast about to wake up, looking at Chu City coldly and ruthlessly.
Chu Cheng lowered his head, suddenly at a loss, and asked weakly: "Brother...are you still blaming me?"
Chu Changge withdrew his hand and faced Mr. Chu. The two fathers raised their hands, cupped their fists, and slowly bent down.
One action expresses his emotions vividly.
No matter how Chu Cheng spoke, Mr. Chu and others all looked indifferent, as if they were watching a clown.
"Changge, come here, grandpa has something to tell you." After Mr. Chu said this, Chu's father pushed his wheelchair back to the house.
Chu Changge nodded and walked into the house.
Above the corridor, bursts of cool evening breeze blew past, lifting the broken hair from the young man's forehead.
Chu Cheng's eyes were as beautiful as obsidian, filled with broken and mottled stars.
"Are you tired?" A voice singing softly came from behind, a dark and depressed young boy's voice.
Chu Cheng was like five thunders hitting his head, his whole body was shaken, and even his soul was trembling. He suddenly turned around and glared at the young man with red robes fluttering like a victory flag with his scarlet eyes.
The young man looked at him jokingly, as if he was looking at something dirty deep underground. His eyes mixed with sarcasm and ridicule made all the hairs on Chu Cheng's body stand on end.
He clenched his hands into fists, his face was as clear as frost, and his voice was full of sinister meaning. Every word came out from the deepest part of his throat while gritting his teeth: "What do you know?"
"Tsk..."
"Can't you pretend anymore?"
Qing Ge grinned and gave a cruel smile, "Look at you, you are so dirty. No matter how superb your acting skills are, they can't hide your rotten and extremely vicious heart."
"You are looking for death!" Chu Cheng took a step forward, and just as he was about to punch out, he saw a powerful and majestic aura suddenly descending on the Xuanhan clan.
Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
People from Qinglian?
"Brother Wuhen!" A gentle voice sounded.
Behind He Jinnan, He Hui waved her little hand towards Qing Ge, her cheeks flushed slightly. He Jinnan coughed dryly and said solemnly: "Brother Ye, grandpa wants to see you."