C1887 The Cold-faced Follower.

"Tsk … sliced?"

Murong Chengsi was a little confused, but he was not afraid in his heart.

He looked at Ye Feng and laughed, "I didn't expect that I, the Mad Wolf, who had been fighting the hawks for half my life, would actually be pecked in the eye by an eagle!"

"Since I have already fallen into your hands, you can kill me as you wish!"

Oh