Seeing that the black lion is about to bite down, who knows, when its nose reaches the small silent face, it suddenly stops acting.

all of a sudden, the heart of Rong Jing's hanging finally recovered its beating, plop! Plop! Plop!

the big black lion sniffed and sniffed on the little silent face. It seemed to be looking for something. The little silent face was pale and pale. He dared not move. The fangs were too close to him.

Rong Jing clenches the yin-yang needle and looks for the fatal point of the black lion. Suddenly, the big white tiger who is thrown aside gets up again. He looks at...