Ancient Blood Race!

Yang Luo curled his lips and said, "You're a prince of the Blood Race and the Divine King of the Holy Imperial Court. You have strength, status, and status. Why would you be afraid of not being able to find a girlfriend?

I think it's not that you can't find one, but your standards are too high, right?"

The Dark Baron laughed and said, "Mr. Yang, it's not that I have high expectations, but it's just that fate hasn't brought us together yet.

If I really meet someone I like, even if she has nothing, I will accept her.

If it isn't someone I like, even if she's a princess of the royal family or a daughter of a tycoon, I wouldn't have taken another look."

"Looks like you're still much better than that flower prince Harmandy."

Yang Luo smiled and asked, "Then when do we set off?"

The Dark Baron said, "Mr. Yang, if there's nothing else, shall we set off now?"

"No problem."

Yang Luo agreed immediately.