"I don't want to die, boo-hoo, I haven't kissed the Exquisite Courtesan's little lips yet, I don't want to die!"
In the cave, Wang Ping held his head with both hands, trembling all over, muttering to himself.
There was a thumping sound outside, and Wang Ping was so scared that he fell to the ground: "Don't kill me, don't eat me, my meat is too tough, it will hurt your old teeth!"
"Taoist Friend Wang, the demonic beast is already dead, it's okay now."
A gentle voice sounded, and Wang Ping looked up, only to see a handsome, muscular man smiling at him.
This smile felt inexplicably familiar, but Wang Ping didn't have time to ponder. He scrambled up from the ground, still in disbelief:
"The demonic beasts are all dead?"
He had just heard it, there were at least one or two thousand demonic beasts outside, and there was also a Sixth Grade demonic beast!
Even if you lined them up to kill, it would take a day and a night, right?
How could it all be over so quickly?
