"Chen Jiu, you're a big fortune, but you're just talking and breathing!" In the face of clove's decision, Mabo was also somewhat reluctant to ridicule.

"Shut your mouth, do you really want all the hearts to die?" Huang Long stepped on his feet and let Mabo spit blood. He dared not rejoice in disaster any more.

"Violent, thank you..." Chen Jiu, however, ignored them and came alone to the front of the fierce horse. First, he bowed to it.

At first, he didn't really care much about the horse, but now Chen Jiu was moved by his protector's actions: "Mabo, if it really dies, I must make you lose your...