"Bring it, bring it."

Du Zichun quickly took out a rope with extraordinary charm from the storage ring in his hand and handed it to his father.

The middle-aged man took the hand and threw it towards Kui Long, but he didn't see any movement. The demon-binding rope automatically caught up with Kui Long and tied it tightly.

Kui Long was tied up, unable to use any of his abilities, unable to fly, and immediately fell from the sky.

"Remember to take this miscellaneous dragon back so that my father can let the sect record your great achievements. If you handle it well, maybe my father can get you a high-quality spiritual weapon."

"My dear, thank you father." Du Zichun said excitedly.

The middle-aged man was stroking his beard, looking quite contented with himself. Suddenly he saw Gongliang still standing upright, without even bending his back, and couldn't help but hum: "This bastard is quite resilient, but I told you to kneel down, you

You have to kneel down. Kneel down.”

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and pressed down slightly.

Infinite pressure was pressing down from top to bottom again. Gongliang could no longer bear it, bent down and knelt on one knee.

From his previous life to this life, he had never knelt down to a person or suffered such an insult. In an instant, a nameless humiliation surged into his heart, stimulating him almost to the point of going crazy.

"Ah" Gongliang finally couldn't help but look up at the sky and yelled.
Chapter completed!