"Do you think all the players are very good?" Ye Tian's voice rings in the void.

in the middle of the road, an old man dressed in sackcloth appeared in the feudal age of Japan.

the king of Chu River shot out his hate in his eyes: "third brother, it's him."

Ye Tian flicked the ordinary machete in his hand and made a clanking sound, saying, "I thought you wouldn't show up, but it would be nice to die here."

"kill such a person as my chrysanthemum club, and leave." The man proudly smiled, "is your big brother dead?"

Ye Tian's eyes narrowed and he thought for a long time,...