C394 Fellow daoist please stop

"ghost mother?!"

Leng Qingxuan's finger trembled, he almost lost his grip on the fan, and even the ghost butcher shrank his head.

Just two words were enough to scare the Maoshan disciple to such an extent, I have a new understanding of the terror of ghost mother s.

"You dare swear on your dao heart, you did see the ghost mother escape?" Leng Qingxuan's tone became solemn