C920 Killing Intent

Zhengstong had a smile on his face, and his words were polite and courteous, as if he was a noble young master. However, he did not hide the threat in his words at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved the folding fan in his hand, as if he had already guessed what Ye Xuan would give him.

"Hehe, if I don't need it?"

Unexpectedly