as about to charge again, his body was restrained.He wore chains around his neck, wrists, and ankles. They were etched with countless suppressing runes.Jun Xiaoyao moved slightly back, so he would not...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.se.It's hard to imagine, the honorable Saint Daughter of Zi Fu, would be excited about becoming someone else's slave.But Nalan Ruoxi, on the other hand, had a pale and forlorn expression.In her heart,...