Wan Yan Zhengyong and Tian Bingyi looked at each other, as if they had put Su Rui in an indifferent position, with a strange smile on their gloomy face.

"Laotian, do you still think he looks like us when we were young?"

Tian Bingyi took a deep look at Su Rui, smiled bitterly, and still said, "It's still very similar."

"I don't think so, not at all!"

Speaking of this, the breath of Wan Yan Zhengyong began to converge, and then slowly dispersed. This feeling is hard to describe, but Su Rui felt it clearly!

The helmsman of the Yuanwei Gang has a lot of time!

The spirit of killing...