C737 Masochism

Thunder rumbled in the sky as the golden lightning unceasingly rumbled. However, on the nine-headed bird's illusory image, the lightning had turned into misery in its stomach.

"Hmph hmph, you think that you can make my Master stay just because of this? How laughable." At this moment, Gui Che could not help but laugh. After controlling the nine-headed bird's shadow once again