Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng's smile froze.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng wished he could chop the Grave-digging Dragon into seven or eight pieces.
What the hell, could this be any more of a damn scam?
At the same time, Ye Qingfeng heard the voice of the Grave-digging Dragon by his ear.
"Ye, this time Lord Dragon helped you big time. Don't you want to enhance your strength quickly?"
"The Ouyang Family is such a big clan; it should be enough to pressure you. By then, when your strength has improved, don't forget to thank Lord Dragon."
"Just catch a few pretty girls to serve as maids for Lord Dragon."
The complacent voice of the Grave-digging Dragon entered Ye Qingfeng's ears.
This made Ye Qingfeng grind his teeth in hatred even more.
Yet, Ye Qingfeng had no time to argue with the Grave-digging Dragon now.
Because, at this moment, Ouyang Qian's gaze had already locked tightly onto Ye Qingfeng.
That gaze was filled with an unbelievably intense killing intent.
