The swamp beast is the same as the flame dragon, and they both have been with her since five years ago.

However, along the way, even if you die for life and practice for thousands of times, these two guys seem to have no sense of existence.

The only difference is that the flame dragon has reached a sleeping period because of the awakening of blood, while the swamp beast is lazy...

Qingge has been a human being in two lives, and has never seen anything more lazy than a swamp beast.

This guy is already lazy to the point of being perfect and superb. Even speaking seems to be a fatal thing.

What made Qingge even more strange was that other monsters and residual souls needed to absorb the energy and crystal power.

The swamp beast has not eaten in five years, nor has it relied on any turbulent energy. Five years have passed and it is still alive...

It is like a corner of the night, and it has long been integrated with the darkness.

If it weren't for speaking at this time, Qingge would have forgotten the swamp beast.

“It’s so disgusting.”

He just said lightly, his figure and breath were destroyed in the darkness.

Qingge's eyes sank, and his eyes fell on Chu Cheng's body.

"Brother, so do you. I don't know how to say something to Acheng when I come back."

Chu Cheng held Chu Changge's arm and looked at him with his head tilted. His handsome face reflected the bright moon 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 saying nothing, but his face was covered with cold frost as cold as winter, like a wild beast about to wake up, looking at Chu City indifferently and ruthlessly.

Chu Cheng lowered his head, suddenly at a loss, and asked weakly: "Brother... are you still blaming me?"

Chu Changge pulled his hand back, faced Mr. Chu and his father, arched his hands, clasped his fists, and slowly bent down.

One action expresses his emotions to the fullest.

Let Chu Cheng speak, but Old Master Chu and others all looked indifferent, as if they were watching a clown jumping.

"Changge, come here, grandpa has something to tell you." After Mr. Chu said that, his father pushed his wheelchair back to the room.

Chu Changge nodded and walked into the house.

On the corridor, a cool evening breeze blew past, lifting up the broken hair on the boy's forehead.

Chu Cheng's eyes were as beautiful as obsidian, and were covered with broken and mottled starlight.

"Are you tired?" Behind me, Qingge's voice came, a dull and depressed young man's voice.

Chu Cheng was like five thunders thunder, his whole body was terrifying, and even his soul was trembling. He suddenly turned around and his scarlet eyes glared at the boy who was raising his red robe like a banner of victory.

The boy looked at him jokingly, as if he was looking at the dirty things deep in the ground that could not be seen. The sarcastic and sarcastic eyes made Chu Cheng's hair stand up.

He clenched his fists with his hands, his face was as clear as frost, and his voice was full of sinister meaning. Every word was gritting his teeth, and he jumped out from the deepest part of his throat: "What do you know?"

"Tsk..."

"Can't hold it anymore?"

Qingge grinned and smiled cruelly, "Look at you, it's so dirty. No matter how superb your acting skills are, they can't hide your already rotten and extremely vicious heart."

"You are looking for death!" Chu Cheng stepped forward, and just as he was about to swing his fist, he saw a series of powerful and powerful auras suddenly descending on the Xuanhan clan.

Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

The person from Qinglian?

"Brother Wuhen!" A soft voice sounded.

Behind He Jinnan, He Hui waved her hand to Qingge, her cheeks flushed slightly.
Chapter completed!