This Long Kun, although not as formidable as the Ten Little Kings from the Corpse Dragon Race, isn't too weak either.
And yet, as a celestial pride of the Corpse Dragon Race, he willingly becomes Lang Huan's Holy Guard.
This shows how much Long Kun admires Lang Huan.
"Another Dragon Race member..." Jun Xiaoyao squinted slightly.
He wondered if he was destined to clash with the Dragon Race.
In the Immortal Realm, there's the Ancestral Dragon Nest opposing him, and now in the Burial Land, he encounters the Corpse Dragon Race.
"Kid, I'm warning you, don't let a little strength get to your head, the Ninth Princess is not someone you can disrespect!" Long Kun's eyes glistened with coldness.
And there was a trace of hidden jealousy.
If only he had the looks of Jun Xiaoyao, maybe Lang Huan would be moved by him.
In the end, only the ugly become lapdogs.
The handsome ones, the beautiful ones, can simply wait for others to fawn over them.
