C346 Wrath of the King of Qing

"What is it …" "What is it …" Yang Sen wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. However, the sweat kept flowing down and he couldn't finish it no matter what.

The atmosphere in the room became stifling. Yang Sen put down his hand that was wiping off his sweat and gulped. He kneeled on the floor and carefully raised his head to look at Qin Wujue