C879 Tragedy

When I said these words, both Taoist Ge and Monk Ku's expression froze.

Before I could react, I found that my neck had been grabbed.

"What's going on?" Taoist Ge's palm was like an iron pincer, skinny and powerful, that kind of feeling was almost like a machine, even without much strength, it could still make me feel like I was suffocating.

"You with the surname Ge, put him down for me