C1811 Golden Needles I See Golden Needles Again

"Hiss!"

The Zhao Qi behind Zhang Ling's back made his scalp tingle as he sucked in a breath of cold air.

In his shock, he could not help but take a few steps back.

Although they were all silkpants, silkpants were not trash.

Speaking of which, whether it was him or Zhang Ling, their talent was not bad.

Otherwise, they would not have come all the way to a small place like Tianfeng City