"That's right. Tsk tsk, Huaxia girl, why don't you stay behind too."
Upon hearing this, the small and skinny black man, Pika, nodded and his small eyes fell on Zilan's delicate figure.
Swish! Swish!
As the words fell, two figures jumped down from the trees, blocking Zilan's path.
"These two disgusting black things."
Seeing this, a trace of disgust appeared in Zilan's beautiful eyes.
As a Huaxia Ancient Martial Artist, she naturally had a pride that had never been lost in her bones. Not to mention black people, even white people weren't much higher in their eyes.
However, she also knew that she might not be a match for these two people. The top priority was to reunite with her brother Qin Yang.
At the moment, Zilan grabbed with her right hand, and a Divine Movement Feather Talisman appeared in her hand.
Crack!
Without hesitation, Zilan crushed the Jade Talisman in her hand, and a transparent wing formed on her back.
Swish!
