C494 A fist as big as a sandbag

"You don't need to care about how I do things."

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food on the table, and said in a cold voice.

"Do you want to fight?"

The room was instantly filled with a dangerous aura of killing intent.

Just then, Long Yu swung his white and tender hands, which he had washed, and jumped over. Seeing that the atmosphere in the living room was not right