C627 Ghost mastiff counterattack

"Stupid dog, let go of me!" "Ahhh!" Tang Xing shouted powerlessly, but black plum with ghost mastiff did not loosen his hold. Right now, his groin was covered in blood.

As men, Bai Ying and Wang Yunjie felt chills down their spines. If that thing was gone, then they wouldn't be men.

He himself didn't want to do the black plum with ghost mastiff either