C817 Who Would be Afraid of the Other? Who Would be Afraid of the Other?

Xiaoming, who had fallen to the ground, was like a noble lady from Egypt. With one hand on his waist, he walked leisurely on the wide rattan ladder.

Xiaoming, who had sharp nails, casually cut open the throats of the three people in front of him.

He walked to the front of the golden cage and glanced at Wang Qi, who was still like a puppet.

Even Xiaoming, who was used to seeing such scenes