At this time, Creaer didn’t come here for nothing. Even if he drank a ton of holy blood, he wouldn’t have hit his eyes. People would support themselves to death. Their wings are iron. They are part of the body. How can they support the sharp iron feather?

Thinking of this, Creaer no longer cares whether Qin Shaojie has insulted their pride in the noble blood clan bones and has already gone to Java. He turned around and quickly flapped his wings to escape. Life is much more important than honor. When you go back to recover and find the Duke, you will…

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