"HOW ABOUT MY sister? When will we save her?" Feng Huang was somewhat anxious about her sister's safety. The Echinemon Race had been known for their devilish means of hurting or killing others.
And at this moment, Yang Lujia actually told her to wait for them to come back. He had not had enough time!
"Don't worry," Yang Lujia said. "If I'm not mistaken, your sister has a smelly feet, right?"
"She often uses her smelly feet as an attack to distract her opponents every time. However, how do you know something like that?"
Yang Lujia could not bother to explain anything to her. She had not yet acknowledged him as her master, so what she can know would also be limited. "Zhao Dilao has a thing for smelly feet and men with fat breasts. He sounds like a homo to me."