C976 Red-clothed Man

No matter what, Zhang Xiaojian felt that it was awkward for a red-clothed man to wear such lowly clothes. No matter how he looked at it, he was not a good person.

The woman beside him trembled, her face ashen.

The man in red stood right in front of them. They seemed to sense something and looked at each other. One of them pointed at the grass beneath his feet and sneered, "Come out