Minotaur?
Do you still want to think about my cute little minotaur?
A big Python can't satisfy you, you damn old ghost, right!
Damn!
The Storyteller was so angry that he almost stomped his feet.
However, under the pressure of Second Brother's nameless aura, no matter how unwilling he was, he didn't dare to show it.
"Ha, Ha Ha..."
"Second brother, what, what do you mean?" The Storyteller laughed embarrassedly. His hand could not help but cover his chest.
"What do you think?"
Xu Xiaoshou felt that his body had become much better after he stopped absorbing the ominous demonic aura.
Even the 'under attack' that was constantly spamming on the screen seemed to be slowing down at this moment.
"Fission, blood rebirth, immortality..."
Xu Xiaoshou counted his fingers as he spoke. A perverted smile gradually appeared on his face, and his eyes were slightly fiery. "You know, if this was used as medicine, this old man would be able to refine a furnace of a peerless great pill!"
