C165 A former internal conflict of the dragon race

Golden rays of light danced in the air. The haughty Dongfang Xiaoran could only squint as she watched the two figures in the sky.

Within the sound transmission flute, Si Mo couldn't help but want to go out and watch. Don't try to suppress him and not let him move.

"You little fatty, let go of me!" Monk Si Mo roared at Wu Yi with a ferocious look on his face