Chuzheng stared at the back of the young boy for a long while before taking a deep breath.
Game over.
This time, the Good Person Card is really all black.
Looking at the situation... I'm afraid I'll have to break his legs and lock him up.
[???] Wait, miss, you haven't even started yet, why are you giving him a death sentence?
While Chuzheng was still contemplating about breaking his legs, the young boy had already started exchanging blows with the dragon.
The dragon, originally bound by Chuzheng, could only breathe fire from its mouth at this point.
The young boy was handling it with ease.
Chuzheng stepped back two paces to avoid getting hurt.
Chuzheng thought everything was under control, but just after she stepped back, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side.
Icicles floated in the air, shooting towards the young boy's position like bullets.
"So it was you who stole my dragon." The young boy, still casual, evaded without changing his tone.
