บท 1786: Shaking hands and making peace, a sinister scheme!

Bai Ye gave him a slap. what nonsense are you spouting? I'll make you spit out a drop!"

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The great demonic Dragon glared at White Night angrily. It was not in the wrong! What right did he have to spit it out and not spit it out? Even if the great demonic Dragon had surrendered, it couldn't be beaten and scolded like this.

Bai Ye, this is my contracted beast's fault. You should just ... although Feng Qing Yang had not understood what Bai Ye was trying to say, he now knew why Bai Ye wanted a drop of Divine Dragon True Blood. His handsome face was so embarrassed that he wanted to reject him.