Ah, this...
Isn't it just past seven in the morning?
Do big companies start work this early?
"I am Blood Without Abandon, known as 'Blood Respect', ranking first on the Demon Record's Golden Roll of Honour, third-grade, master of Blood Peak of the Ancestral Court's Great Demon Mountain, one of the twelve Demon Respects under Lord Crane. You can call me..."
"Lord Blood Respect!"
Xu Xiaoshou blurted out, feeling it was too surreal.
In front of him were skyscrapers, in a low-war human zone, but under him was a bunch of titled Demon Respect, with a Demon Ancestor chasing behind.
Reality and fantasy collided like two giant drills of ice and fire, fiercely drilling into his mind, leaving him uncertain about what constituted reality.
"Hey, don't—"
Who would have thought, as soon as this cry was out?
The twelve-winged blood-stained golden-spotted mosquito beneath him, which had always behaved normally, suddenly quaked violently, its voice becoming somewhat shaky:
