You can't continue with Ye Fengsheng anymore, it's a very dangerous competition. For her, she can't afford to lose this match, which is why she came. These monks believe they should be better than Ye Fengsheng. Even if they lose to Ye Fengsheng, they can still remain high above in the eyes of ordinary people, undefeated. If they can persuade them to help...
"What!" As soon as she entered the teahouse, Zhuang Manjing involuntarily covered her mouth. Her beautiful nephew's eyes conveyed an unbelievable amount of fear and dread!
"What's wrong, what's the..."
A head stained with black blood, meat paste in crumbled sandstone, a pale corpse, a corpse crushed by bricks...
How could it be so severe!
With hair standing on end, Zhuang Manjing only felt more disturbed. If you don't hold tight, you won't let yourself fall, afraid that she had already been frightened by the scene before her!
