C636 The history of dust(part i)

Hearing Bai Xiaohei's question, the grayish-brown smoke that called itself Exotic Demon s went silent for a moment. Seeing that the Exotic Demon didn't want to say anything, Bai Xiaohei slowly extended his right fist and started to close his fingers.

It was obvious that the silver soul fire was shrinking, the grayish-brown smoke actually became restless and shouted loudly