The dragon god Dou Luo Mu En is old, and he is dying of serious injuries. Most of the time, he seems to have a layer of fog floating in his eyes, which is indistinct and lack of expression. At the moment, the layer of fog is exhausted, and those eyes show a burning red gold color, which is daunting.
On the opposite side of him, Jianmu Douluo Zhouji also kept smiling, looking like a frosty mirror. The two top titles Douluo faced each other, and the air pressure in the whole room was a little low.
"To help people, I am neither stupid nor deaf, but I can't ignore some things after all. Please give me an answer."
After ten seconds, the cold feeling attached to Jianmu Dou