Wang Zizai and the Seventh Steward looked at it, but saw that the wooden box that was carried by the black dragon in his hand was dripping on the ground from the cracks.

"Blood?"

Seeing the blood spilled, Wang Zizai's heart was shocked, and his breathing was short.

"Goo!"

Seeing this, the seventh steward couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

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