C117 I Want Those Two

The moment Zhang Yichen finished his words, the surrounding crowd felt as if a drop of white water had dripped into a boiling pot of oil.

"Brat, you're courting death." Ye Gucheng's head full of white hair moved without any wind.

As he spoke, he had already made his move towards Zhang Yicheng.

His finger turned into a sword that pierced towards the center of Zhang Yicheng's brows