That was a response, everyone heard his preface, it was the boy's angry voice from across the water.
Endure a sword? Endure the final sword? Why endure the final sword?
The Fengshui Envoy suddenly froze in place. In the direction he was staring, the man's black and red hair floated like seaweed, and he raised his head to look at the yellow pupils of Yang Juhu at the end of the spear.
What did he see in the depths of that cold and deep lake?
A pair of yellow eyes, right?
Facing that vast, silent yellow in the endless darkness, he still remembered the first thing he saw was a neat circle in the middle that resembled a kind of beautiful ribbon, only large enough to encompass an entire house.
Two breaths later, he realized those were the circle patterns in the eyes.
The Flood Dragon's Heart does not die.
