"Brat of death!"
The relentless pursuit, the young black man must be the first to kill. His movements are swift, like a hurricane. With a blink, he rushed to the front seat. He didn't know what to do.
I can't sit inside knowing the strength of my heart.
You can see the support this young man has for the black man is not to be underestimated.
Even compared to Wu Qing's rambling, it is not that much.
When I blink at people's sins, I sat down with a blue Dragon Hand, tilting the car, a flash of white light, but only a shot hit the sharp knife across the road.
The young man in black was both fearful and fierce. Facing a reckless sit-down attack, a silk shirt did not mean to evade.
Clash and clash...
The sharp edges of the two soldiers collided instantly, producing a shuddering and deafening sound.
Under the impact, the careless body suddenly trembled, couldn't help but step back three steps.
On the contrary, a young black man, hands clasped, his feet still writing silk.
