Although the blood of the descendants of Xinghai Dragon King has degenerated and diluted, it is impossible for Sandra or Mandela to admit that they are pure blood.
At present, this girl who is facing Shiro Yasha is a creature that can compete with ghosts and gods in the sandroom. They used to be ancestors.
"How … how can …"
Mandela’s expression on his face became more wonderful. He stood there stupidly and couldn’t say a word. This guy who had just been regarded by him as the origin was actually a big shot like Long Chunxue.
But it’s a good thing that the other party didn’t show any aversion to his just arrogant remarks, otherwise even his apology may not be enough to protect him for’ Salaandra’ weeks.
I dare to say that to Bai Hag and question the other party because Shiro Yasha is also a class dominator, just as the mysterious Long Chunxue girl said, she is no longer the class dominator who makes the whole cabinet talk about the body of the white night demon king. She has been shackled and she has been able to do whatever she once wanted.
The beast is terrible, but the beast in chains will become the object of arbitrary bullying, although Mandela never thought that it would be very simple for the beast to break free from his chains.
However, Shiro Yasha will not break free from this chain. She has given up her status as a demon king for so many years. Now she is just Shiro Yasha after all. She can never go back to the past and become the white night demon king who ravaged the world.
"Yeah, it’s all your fault. Shiro Yasha is exposed now … What do you think I should do?"
Naisha Naisha swept Sandra and Mandela with malicious eyes as she said this.
"Just … just kill all these people who see things that shouldn’t be seen."
"Don’t you dare to endure ShaNaiSha! If you dare to mess around on the floor, you will not be spared! "
"You mean those who are timid and afraid of death? I dare to kill them one by one when they are driven out in front of me. "
Listen Shiro Yasha incredibly face ghost to scare her Naisha Naisha corners of the mouth can’t help but slightly open to reveal a ferocious smile.
"Are you … serious?"
"What do you say … don’t forget my godhead and what God is? Those guys are afraid of me."
Nai Sha Naisha said this. Shiro Yasha was involuntarily silent again. In front of her, the girl Long Chun’s blood body is on a par with the ghosts.
Not to mention that she has some incredible gods.
Deathwing, the destiny of world devastator, the end of all things!
The girl seems to be coming to the end of this absurd and interesting world, and her god is sentencing the whole world!
Because of this, almost no ghost in the whole sandroom wants to deal with her, even if it is to restrict her thoughts, they will die in the hands of this girl if they are not careful!
Chapter 355 A wave rises again
"Ah, ah, ah, the dialogue is getting more and more interesting."
"It’s not interesting at all. It’s getting more and more dangerous!"
Leticia said with such a wry smile while Ye Yu shrugged his shoulders again.
"even if you say so, I still can’t help it, but since it’s so dangerous, it’s better to hide away early to avoid being caught by the waves."
"It’s really irresponsible to say that!"
Ye Yu said this, but actually he didn’t make a move to hide away, because he was sure that Shiro Yasha and Naisha were just children making trouble, and it was absolutely impossible to fight.
Whether Naisha Naisha or Shiro Yasha is trying to be brave, but now it seems that Shiro Yasha has already said something but the other side.
After all, one is that the class dominator needs to estimate a lot of things, and the other is that the demon king doesn’t have to worry about anything at will.
From the beginning, she lost to Shiro Yasha. She didn’t invest recklessly, but Naisha was just the opposite.
Sure enough, things are just like Ye Yu’s thought. After taking a deep breath, Shiro Yasha looked at her and never gave in. Naisha was soft.
"Well, it’s all our fault, right? You don’t really want to fight me, do you, Naisha?"
"Hum … I said I’m here to attend the festival. Who is interested in fighting with you?"
Naisha Naisha took a deep look at Shiro Yasha and seemed to want to say something, but she endured it after all.
Naisha Naisha was disappointed. She was really disappointed. The White Night Devil, who once ravaged the whole hut, has now become one of those high-flying stooges, a rulemaker and a defender.
Seeing that a terrible conflict has finally stopped, whether it’s Leticia or Sandra, it’s a sigh of relief. There are still some lingering fears. Staring at Naisha’s dragon horn, she looks at Sandra with some curiosity.
"I don’t know which community member this adult is …"
"Ask me, little girl. I don’t know if you have heard of the Scourge?"
"The scourge? ! That pure demon community? ！”
Before Sandra came to speak, Mandela uttered an exclamation.
"Shiro Yasha, you brought such a dangerous person to the Dragon Birth Festival. Is there an ulterior motive? Is it that you are the dominator of the eastern class? Do you also hide Sandra Dora? ！”
"Yeah, this guy presumably I can stop it? As you can see, she is the most evil king and even I can take her. "
Glancing at Mandela, Shiro Yasha said so lazily
"Right, right, this is the devil that Shiro Yasha can escape when he meets. If you want to destroy ‘Salaandra’, it’s also a matter of waving your hand?"
Ye Yu narrowed his eyes, so he suddenly scared Sandra and kept posing as an arrogant gesture. Mandela’s face was also a burst of rain or shine, which seemed to measure Naisha’s real strength, right?
"It’s all because of you, Shiro Yasha. Every time I come to the festival, it’s safe. Why did you let me see the organizer this time?"
"Hey … has Lord Naisha come to participate in many birth festivals of the dragon?"
"That’s right, because it’s a dragon worship ceremony, I’m very interested."
"Is that so? Although Lord Naisha is the devil, he always thinks he is a very easy-going person. Then I hope you can have fun at the festival."
"Sandra …"
Mandela seemed to want to say something, but he was glanced at by Sandra.
"Brother Mandela, since I am the leader of’ Salaandra’, please respect my decision or do you want to salute the members of the community who come from the third outer layer?"
"I’m sorry, it’s my fault."
Sandra’s words are both a warning and a threat. What is Naisha’s identity? This is not what they’ Salaandra’ can cope with.
