Contract

White city day endure the humiliation of the heart, nod say is.

"You're just the president of a small guild. You do what I tell you. You don't have a choice with me." Although promised to practice fly feather request spared the white city an, but he still took the opportunity to severely scolded him a turn "jun to my death, I had to die. I think you understand that."

White city an listen to the two prince that vicious words, can only be dead grip fist, at the moment he would like to directly go up to the two prince killed, but there are too many guards nearby do not say, and that group from the alliance major city strong, their strength... Unfathomable, especially the guy named Practice flying feather, is a high-level Taoist priest.

"Drops da... Drops da"

Blood from his clenched fist gap out, drop by drop fell on the ground, white City an clenched the nail because of excessive force has been deep into his palm.