Then.
It seemed the wait had been long, seeing Chen Zhixing not speak, the White Flood Dragon added another line.
"If you're too lazy to think, you can just call me White, as long as you differentiate me from the child."
"..."
"By the way, the home should be safe now, right? Where did you send my child before, can it be brought back now?"
"No."
"Did it die?"
"No, I sent it to play with my son a few days ago, it probably hasn't been played to death."
"Oh."
The White Flood Dragon nodded, indicating everything was fine.
As for whether its child would be raised to death by that little meatball it had met once.
Stop kidding.
Demon and human are different, the little demon born from a Great Demon of the Nirvana Realm and above, from the day of birth, has flesh strength solidly at the True Self Realm.
If it weren't like this, that little white snake wouldn't have lived to be sent to Chen Moqing and would have already been coiled to death by Chen Zhixing before!
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