Under the restraint of Nuwa, Shao Zifeng ultimately saved his life.
With Xiucheng Shi brandishing his stone ax like a mad dog in his direction, Shao Zifeng still felt some lingering fear.
Luckily, it seemed this fool truly had no brains, as he quickly forgot about Shao Zifeng and turned to seek out trouble with the old dragon again. The poor old dragon, over three meters tall, was pitifully hiding behind Nuwa, who was only about one meter twenty, like a bullied little wife.
Bang!
Nuwa's chubby tail whipped the ground: "Xiucheng Shi, be good for me."
"Oh."
After shrinking, Xiucheng Shi was slightly shorter than the old dragon, still around two meters eighty, and even sitting cross-legged, he was not much shorter than Shao Zifeng, especially with that wild-looking stone ax in his hand, which appeared exceedingly formidable.
