Mu Rongsiqi just looked down on Guan Yu, and she could deal with the killers she sent out with a few tricks. Moreover, they should be playing mahjong in hell now.

Guan Yu returned to the Inn alone, sitting quietly in his chair, recalling what had just happened, and Akali dared to treat his mother like that! I will never forgive you! Tomorrow's banquet, huh! I don't know what you're going to look like. Guan Yu thought, raising a strange smile on his face.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the ice flute. Since she came back from the auction house, she hasn't seen the ice flute well. Take out...