C81 Expert?

"F * ck you, this poor monk will make a trip for you."

Duan Hong struck out with seven red lotuses.

The handsome man was slightly stunned, but the smile on his face instantly disappeared with a trace of confusion and hatred. The coldness on his right fist became even stronger.

<p></p> <p></p> The frost above could be vaguely seen as the temperature of the room dropped significantly