C1681 Trust Me.

"Lord God, Lord..."

Xuanyuan Yizhu stumbled through the door and barged into Ye Feng's room from the outside.

"Lord God, the remaining evil of the Heavenly Court has come!"

He looked at Ye Feng in panic, his face as white as the bricks used to build Central City.

There was no blood on his face.

During the three years he had been in Central City with Ye Feng, because of Ye Feng's identity