"Xiaoqiu, we meet again so soon."
Fang Xi appeared and greeted the Dragon Lord Xiaoqiu with a smile.
"Will not forget, will surely have an echo?"
Xiaoqiu's face was pale, with a hint of shock and excitement in his eyes. He immediately bowed, "Xiao Long is willing to pull the cart for the master... please take me in!"
"Mm, you're not bad..."
Fang Xi nodded.
Observing Xiaoqiu, Fang Xi realized that his understanding surpassed that of Feng Huang and Ao An, knowing well that there could be great achievements in the realm of mounts.
His quick submission made Fang Xi feel relieved.
"Oh, so Ao An is already dead, killed by me..."
"Later on, I will definitely drag him out from the river of history to whip his corpse..."
Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, not immediately agreeing.
While Xiaoqiu nervously awaited his fate on the side, Fang Xi surveyed the secret realm.
"Dao Lord's secret realm?"