C87 Demon Race Compendium Pavilion
In the end, Qing Luo looked at the Demon King in front of him in a restrained manner. Damn, how did the plot turn out like this? Wasn't there a fight just now? How did I end up here in the next second? Wuwuwu, why am I so unlucky? That, hello, Monster King, I was just passing by. Whatever gift he said was just a joke. Don't take it seriously."
"What's your name?"
"Qing Luo
