"Xiaoyin, how are you at this time?" With a wave of his right hand, ye Chu took out a large Warcraft and threw it on the small silver back.

"roar..."

after Zhang Xiaoyin takes this breath, he swallows the huge Warcraft. The big Warcraft is not his opponent.

Xiaoyin was satisfied and said in a voice: "thank you, brother Ye. I'm very good here. Although I don't have the power of the stars, I like the life here very much..."

there must be something different between here and the starry sky. The starry force he needs is very thin, but there is blood and life. He can also practice with...