Long Ting's steps halted, and upon seeing Nalan Jing, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he shouted, "Mas..."
ter.
Before he could finish his word, Nalan Jing kicked him flying. His purple eyes gleamed with a cold light, "No matter who you are, if you dare to pursue my wife again, I will kill you."
If not for the fact that he was a disciple of the Imperial Flag Sect, he would have killed him already.
"Master, why did you hit me!" Long Ting covered his stomach, grimacing in pain, and wailed in frustration.
"Jing, don't kill him. He is my contracted beast, the Dragon Eagle, and he just consumed the Transformation Pill. He doesn't even know his current situation." Mu Qianyue stood there without turning back and said.
Recalling the blunders caused by Hei Yu and Wuhai, the two magic beasts, Nalan Jing twitched his mouth. Luckily, he hadn't struck earlier; otherwise, Long Ting would have been dead by now.
