C1194 Qing Hou's Puppet
On the second step, Yu Feiloong was exchanging insights with someone else.
However, when he looked at the peak from time to time, his heart was filled with hatred.
"Faang Chen, you are dead meat. "
Yu Feiloong knew that even if the other geniuses didn't attack, Zhu Mo would.
Two fists were no match for four hands. Even if Princess Xin stepped forward, it would be of no help
