Wild kid with deep pockets

    Whose fucking wild kid is this?

    This little boy is definitely not an ordinary person, which I can still tell.

    The power of my soul's mind was distributed, trying to detect his number, but it was blocked by a strange force on the little boy as if he had some great treasure to protect himself.

    I caught a glimpse of The Evil Blood Master, The Evil Blood Master slightly wrinkled brow gently shook his head to me.

    He also can't see through!

    In other words, it is a bit shocking that a treasure on the little boy can even prevent The Evil Blood Master from snooping.

    The little boy's position is definitely not small, it is likely to be related to a real immortal peak of the strong!

    I didn't want to cause any trouble. I wanted to leave, but this guy grabbed me by the skirt like I grabbed his lollipop.