C184 Son of Misfortune

"Who are you, sir? Why did you help me just now? I don't remember having a friend like you"

After the few of them left, Guxing still didn't let down his guard and looked at the man in front of him. At the same time he asked this question, his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword. It seemed that as long as the man's answer was a little inappropriate