C336 Terrorist attacks

Wearing his long white hair, Xiang Anjie could only let out a helpless and bitter laugh, before instantly transforming into a black colored aura.

Then, this aura passed through Mao Xiaoting's and Wu Tianguang's arms, and finally landed on the grass at the side, returning to its human form.

"Yes, yes …" Everyone, wake up. It's already six in the morning! "

Following Xiang Anjie's magnetic voice