C153 Dragon Slaying(1)

Tap, tap, tap...

The White Silk Boots slowly stepped over a puddle of water and walked towards a path of water.

At the end of the water path was a worn-out coffin, as well as a tattered corpse that looked like a child that had been ruined by a devilish brat.

Cough, cough, cough.

That corpse struggled to spit out blood bubbles, but his head was already gone..