Si Hong said coldly:

"Where is our Dragon Lord, it has nothing to do with you."

King Tianmu sneered:

"Yes, it really has nothing to do with me. But his life is in my hands. If you dare to hurt my son, I will take his life!"

Wen Zilong in the corner shrugged.

My life is in your hands?

Why don't I know?

Is this a bit boasting?

At this time, Wen Zilong walked out of the corner.

When he came to the prince, his claws directly scratched the prince's arm.

Chih!

With a light sound, a stream of blood suddenly flowed out of the prince's arm.

"ah--"

Although this time it was not seriously injured, it hurts very much.

The prince screamed in pain.

Wen Zilong smiled:

"I'm injured, what's wrong?"

"Stop it!"

King Tianmu's face turned dark: "Move again, I will kill your Dragon Lord!"

Wen Zilong smiled.

Your sister, I am standing in front of you, but you don’t know each other.

Still talking about killing me?

Kill a wool ball.

He complained in his heart and waved his right claw again.

Chih--

Blood shot out this time.

"ah--"
Chapter completed!