C439 Dream

Zhao Shu was not old, he was only in his twenties, not even thirty years old. The night clothes on his body had been modified into a windbreaker by this guy. In his right hand was a sharp azure sword. At this time, the cold air that was being released from his body was moving people's hearts, and his eyes were staring intently at Chen Hao's eyes, as if he would pounce on him at any time