C629 Fancy

Every move of the White Lion was perceived by Guan Ming. He had just raised his claw, but Guan Ming had already sensed it. With a flash, he was already several meters away.

Guan Ming slightly narrowed his eyes as he looked at the raging White Lion.

Although beating a dog depended on the owner, if he didn't even dare to hit a dog, then it wasn't a question of whether he was afraid of the owner