"You're still pretending!" Dragon Lich Trapadoni was incredibly anguished, his whole body shivering, and decayed flesh fell like rain, clearly showing his emotional agitation.
"Let me make this clear to you!" A delicate voice rang out, the young Fairy Dragon named Axianu began to speak, her eyes cold as morning stars examining Liu Zhenhan from head to toe, then slowly said, "I, Axianu, am indeed a Fairy Dragon. You don't even know my identity, yet you thought I was a Hell Black Dragon. If that's not a deceit, then what is?"
"Hehe, kiddo, you are the Hell Black Dragon! It's impossible for a Fairy Dragon to become an undead!" Liu Zhenhan scoffed, thinking he could fool him with such a low-grade lie. This little girl really underestimated old Liu's mental fortitude.
