C777 Desolate Emperor Battle Golden Body Immortal World Ruins

Zhu Facai squinted his eyes, holding a pen and paper, he walked straight to Xue Han, not giving him any room to think.

"This old man has already written the written proof. You just need to sign your name and leave behind the soul mark." Zhu Facai handed the paper and brush to Xue Han, and immediately requested him to draw.

Xue Han's face became ugly