At this moment, Li Yong was standing in the corridor, communicating with the little golden dragon.

Let the presidential booth behind him make even more noise, he didn't hear it.

Just now, the little golden dragon transformed into a golden lightning bolt and traveled against the meridians from Li Yong's Dantian, which didn't bring pain to Li Yong, but instead gave Li Yong a particularly comfortable feeling.

The little golden dragon had been retrograding to Li Yong's arm, ...