Qin Ming's heart burned with anxiety; to be exposed at this time, not only Old Bu couldn't be defended, but he himself was also in danger!
Usually, when called, it was always aloof and unresponsive, not making a sound.
Yet at this critical juncture, it became a show-off, wanting to ascend to heaven — what kind of broken cloth is this?
Old Bu shivered; ultimately... it wanted to soar into the sky. It was an action-oriented type, truly wanting to Chongxiao.
"Damn it!" Qin Ming couldn't hold back, a curse slipped out from his mouth.
He drifted upward, stepping on auspicious clouds, his body surrounded by Immortal Light, preparing to rush to a heavenly battlefield.
Could this broken cloth still want to create a scene for him? Today, it manifested rare and splendid phenomena.
"Is that... Zheng Guang?"
Someone gasped in shock, recognizing the figure in the night sky as a lunatic. What was he trying to do?
