Ye Cheng sneezed for no reason and drew curious eyes from peony. "Have a cold?"

Wave your hand, Ye Cheng walks aside. It's really strange that you feel cold all over without freezing or freezing. Cold is something that happened 800 years ago, and it's not his turn.

A cigarette was handed over to him, and Ye Cheng looked at the owner and thought that he did not know how big the cold house was going to be this time. "White eyebrow man, who was my respected elder, we met in the East China Sea, at that time he had absolute ability to kill me."

"The old four's hatred, we...