C492 Killing You will Dirty My Hands

Looking at the monitor, the monk's body trembled. He didn't even see how Ye Fann appeared. It was as if Ye Fann had suddenly appeared behind the gale.

At this moment, seeing the gale covering his stomach like a prawn and lying on the ground, beads of sweat appeared on the monk's forehead.

"Tan Lang, wake up!"

"What's wrong?" Tan Lang opened his eyes and glanced at the monk with dissatisfaction