The next morning.

Lu Ming is walking on the path between the mountains, marking all the way and moving forward.

his face is blue and blue, and his heart is quite depressed.

Damn it, I fought all day yesterday and didn't kill that little beast. It's a failure.

on Lu Ming's waist, there is the little beast. The hair has also dropped a lot. A big mouth is blowing bubbles out. I don't know if I am proud of it or if I am about to be blindfolded.

the voice of the clouds is heard.

"did you have a good fight yesterday?"

Lu Ming pulls at the corner of his...