C67 The third young master of the dead

Wu Yi hung up the phone. I called him anxiously, but he had already turned off his phone. I anxiously looked at Wang Xingran and then turned to the purple-haired student, "I can't beat you today, I have something urgent to do. If you really are a man, then how about arranging a duel with me another day? Of course, you can't take these two girls with you