C1160 What Kind of Trash Was the Corpse?

Lan Xuehee, who was hiding, suddenly felt a gaze staring at him.

He immediately raised his head and stared at the person in front of him with a fierce light in his eyes.

"If you don't want to die, then scram!"

Lan Xuehee said to Lee Zongjiu in a cold voice.

Those people from the Five Poison Cult seemed to have met with a huge problem