Wu Chaolongyi's face is ugly, he has absolute confidence that nobody can shake his knife, but now he not only failed to control his own strength, but also let his beloved have a crack. For such a fool, the knife is his life, winning or losing is his spirit, and Ye Cheng only relies on two fingers to break his life and spirit.

Xiao Miao is still worried about the changing face of the fog. Ye Cheng's strength is naturally indifferent, and after meeting again, his breath is more powerful and strange. Although I want to know what he met in Beijing, the strength of the island people in front...