C211 Underbed

"Fuck, kid, you can't be the dragon made by that old fogey, right?" Pula Tiny stared at the blood that was flowing out of Zhang Ming's arm and said in a rough voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Ming was confused, where did this guy come from, how could he scratch me, and even stared at my own blood, hmm, Dark Giant Dragon, how could there be a Dark Giant Dragon here