The Angered Mystic Supremacy (4)

"But I don't want to stay here obediently." Leng Ruoxue smiled evilly, her naughty little hands quickly pulling the feathers of the beast below her butt.

"Ah! Ah!" The black eagle-type Transcendent Divine Beast screamed in pain as its huge body shook non-stop.

"Your beasts can't fly steadily enough!" Leng Ruoxue said with some dissatisfaction.

"Stop it!" One of the men in black couldn't bear it anymore and roared. Damn it, this was his beast. He usually treasured it very much, but who knew that in just a short while, several large feathers on his beast's back had become bald.

"How dare you shout at me!" Leng Ruoxue said with tears in her eyes. Her aggrieved appearance was so pitiful that it made one's heart ache.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal," another man in black said nonchalantly while standing. It was not his beast anyway, so of course his heart didn't ache. Instead, he felt a little heartache for this beauty.