"You're really talented."
He waved his hand to stop the tremor we saw, Ye Feng raised a soft smile and spoke to the two, "You should have let me leave the place of the Heavenly Eye yesterday by a step. It's easy to pretend you're ready to rely on me, I don't know whether you're stupid or smart."
"It seems like the golden face was indeed killed by me. How dare you think you're right while waiting for the face of the bank?"
As the voice fell, he raised his hand and used his empty palm to crush the minced Italian meat.
Once again, when he heard the watermelon burst forth, his face turned pale again. He suddenly remembered the corpse he saw under the cliff that day, and for a moment, he felt an irresistible urge to vomit.
