C410 The Election for the Martial Demon Emperor

Listen to that.

A cool breeze was blowing from the back of the Seven-Colored Flower Carp.

He quickly shook his head. "I'm done. I'm done. Thank you for your kindness, demon."

"Sigh, what a pity."

Ye Fan looked at the scales on his body and felt sorry for him.

"Since that's the case, I'll send you back! Don't move, I'll sweep it into your red packet."

"Okay."

Then