C1811 An Underhand Attack on the Tonggu Realm?

Weng! *

Just as Xiao Lang was about to fall into his self-doubt, he suddenly shivered. When he woke up, the clothes on his back were already soaked in sweat, it was extremely cold.

"It was just a few sentences, yet I nearly rejected it?"

Xiao Lang felt his hair stand on end. He looked at Marquis Tingchao who was standing at the side indifferently, as if nothing had happened