C328 Ten Thousand Days of Threat

Right now, the white magical beast was quietly resting in Han Youyu's arms, beginning to recover. Not too long later, the wounds on its body began to heal as well, but it still looked a bit weak.

"Put it down!"

At that moment, an old man walked up and said solemnly. The main reason was because he was worried that the magical beast would suddenly recover and go berserk again. At that time