A dragon roar, with anger that had been held in for too long, tore through their eardrums, rolled up the quicksand rotten air, and rushed out into the air.

A woman with disheveled hair stood on the dragon, and the wind blew her hair like a free-growing willow branch.

But no matter how little she looks.

At some point, a huge three-layer large wooden round carved white jade box appeared on her hand.

Every layer in the box has pearls of inheritance.

Feng Qing was strangled again.

Didn’t she be dragged down? Wasn’t she dead?

What happened below?

Why did she come out again?

What happened in this short period of time?

The heads of the two Mu Family and Feng Family feel that they look familiar.

They even couldn't recognize Yin Nian, an insignificant ants.

But now because of the terrifying inheritance number in her hands, she has to open her memory and try to pursue it.

Others were confused.

Who is this person?

Haven't seen her go down before?

Even the immortal grandma and the others didn't recognize it.

I saw the woman holding the box in one hand and stroking the broken hair on her forehead behind her head with the other. She raised her head slightly, as if she was feeling emotion, but every word was filled with hatred and trembling slightly.

"Mu family, Feng family, the cheap beasts in the West District."
Chapter completed!