C580 Melting a Tyrant Is Not to be Trifled with

Jing Sheng's lips were so red that he was holding Chu Shuizhi's hand. The two of them were as relaxed as if they were in their own backyard in the Forest of Death. Strangely, all the beasts in the surrounding miles automatically dispersed, and no one came to disturb them.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Jing Sheng didn't even encounter a bird