Listening to the abuse of Tang Xiaolong, the Dragon suddenly gave a cold hum in his mouth.

"What are you? It's not your turn to speak here yet!"

Just after the cold drunken sound of the dragon, Tang Xiaolongqi almost jumped up.

"Damn you..."

Tang Xiaolong, who just wanted to curse the export again, was stopped by the ghost servants around him.

"Little Dragon, don't talk much." A ghostly servant.

So Tang Xiaolong could only suppress all his anger, but the fire burning in his stomach was getting stronger and stronger, and his fist was holding tightly as if he wished to go up and kill the Dragon alive.

But...