Locking eyes for a moment, Xu Yuan quietly changed the topic with a murmur:
"YOU were the one who mentioned the moaning, why hit me? Which Demonic Beast was it?"
Tianyan gave a soft snort:
"I haven't heard it before."
"Can't tell the difference?"
"Um."
"Can you imitate that moan? Just use Spellcraft."
"..." Tianyan.
Bang!
Xu Yuan found himself kneeling on the ground, grimacing in pain.
Damn it, how did this Washboard Saintess catch that pronunciation?
Gritting his teeth, Xu Yuan stared at the aloof Tianyan who looked like a Goddess for a few breaths, then bearing the pain, he stood up under her gaze.
A true man can bend and stretch, now I'll bend, today you kick me, but someday I'll make sure this Goddess moans in sorrow.
"Alright, alright, no more joking around."
Saying this, he composed himself and asked in a low voice:
"Did you hear a dragon's roar?"
"Suspected it, but not certain."
"Huh? Haven't you ever heard the sound of a dragon's roar before?"
