C1613 On the Eve of Dragon Transformation

The black snake lay quietly on the ground, but in Zhong Ming's eyes, it was as if it was dead.

The more Zhong Ming looked, the angrier he got, but the angrier he got, the more expressionless he became. His handsome face had already recovered its color, and he was frowning tightly, and his pair of black eyes were no longer a calm cold pond