C1193 The Trump Card of the Heaven-sundering Sword

He slowly squatted on the ground and played with the porcelain bottle with one hand. Chen Fan's eyes were filled with extreme fear as he tried to save the person.

He pursed his lips and suddenly revealed a smile that was like a spring breeze, but at this moment, this smile was like a bolt out of the blue.

"Alright, Chen is tired of playing