C120 Transactions

As the old man Fu Zhu finished speaking, in a corner of the room, the air slightly fluctuated, and a man dressed in black fighting robes appeared in front of Fu Zhu.

"How is it, is there any news? Is that old fogey going to die? "

Fu Zhu asked, her expression different from her normally kind and kind one, at this moment her face had a faint, cold expression.

"I'm not sure for now