Wen Yan, Qiao Rubing turned his white eyes and almost fainted. What did this mad old man say? If he hadn't beaten himself, he would have said before Yecheng that this was his predecessor. Qiao Rubing almost couldn't resist turning his face and not recognizing people. Who is this man?

"You can't die, rest assured, but your man estimates that he's going to be a scrapper in the future. You're ready." The mad old man said, laying his hand on Yecheng's head, and a great gas penetrated into Yecheng's body.

"Waste people? What kind of scrap? What do you mean by your predecessors? Joe's way is as anxious as ice....