"Black King, you must protect them for me!"
A month later, Luo Chen said these words.
With a shake of his left arm, a miniature dragon fell to the ground.
Rubbing his arm, Luo Chen looked slightly helpless: "Next time, don't cling to my hand."
The Black King looked a bit aggrieved.
Somehow, after transitioning to the Savage Beast path and advancing to the Fourth Order, he felt increasingly close to Luo Chen.
Don't even mention the Primordial Chaos Tripod; he didn't even want to stay in the Spirit Beast Bag.
He only wanted to shrink his size and stick close to Luo Chen.
As if just breathing in the aura emanating from Luo Chen's body would benefit his cultivation.
At this moment, he curiously looked at Luo Chen.
"Master, where are you going?"
"Up there!"
Luo Chen pointed to the canopy of the carriage, but he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he used his magic power to inscribe prohibitions on the carriage.
