C152 Devanagari

"Help or not?" Zhao Qingluan asked me in a low voice, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. It could be seen that he was still a little nervous: "Do you need me to hit that grandson's black spear?"

"Don't act recklessly, just look at the Brother Zheng." I shook my head. "Since Brother Zheng acts so relaxed, then he naturally has his trump cards. We …"

Without waiting for me to finish speaking