C362 Who else do you want to kill?

Who else do you want to kill?

"Thank you, my lord."

"Don't thank me so quickly." The fatty struggled to stand up from the bed. Mo Feng raised his hand, took out a brush, ink and paper, and wrote down a few pieces of paper.

"This …" Zou Tianyi frowned when he saw what Mo Feng had written. It was a cultivation technique, but he was unable to see through it