A gentle breeze blew.
Little White gazed in a daze at the figure before it, a tear welling up in its eyes.
These were definitely not tears of being moved but of grievance.
It had fought to the death here and even laid down its life in the end, yet Wang Hao, that guy, was alive again.
Damn it, there's got to be a limit to messing around like this, right!?
At the same time, the entire place fell silent.
Everyone's eyes widened with terror as they stared at Wang Hao standing in front of Little White.
Wasn't this bastard dead!?
How could he come back to life!?
Could it be that today is really a dream, and hasn't woken up yet!?
Xia Weiwei said dumbly, "Could this be what they call a scourge living for a thousand years?"
Xue Qianqin and Le Xuan, the two women, kept nodding their small heads, indicating that he was indeed a scourge, a super scourge.
