Thinking of this, Shan Ruo said coldly. "My clan and the dragon and demon clan have always been well watered, so what are you trying to do to catch my daughter today?"
Hao Yan smiled coldly, and said, "Hmph. Attempt? Yes, I have a plan. Knowing the practical work, I will quickly hand over your clan's divine fruit brew. This son may turn around and leave as soon as he is happy. From now on, I will be with your clan. Well water does not make river water."
"Bold madman. Seeing how hurt you are, how dare you come here. Don't you think about your own situation?" An elf clansman roared angrily.
Hao Yan raised the little princess in his hand, and with a little force in his hand, the little princess suddenly screamed out in pain.
Hao Yan laughed wildly. "Haha. Situation? My situation is that your little princess's life is in my hands, as long as I exert force lightly, your little princess will be dead in two places. How? Fruit brew? My patience is limited."
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