"Want to run?" Looking forward to Yuan Ye in a hurry. Qi Lang sneers and strides. Unexpectedly, he caught up with him, with a slight bow, and then appeared in front of Yuan Ye like a creeping leopard in the blink of an eye.

"go to hell!" With a grim smile, Qi Lang's fist slams Yuan Ye's head again.

there is no hiding. Yuan Ye's eyebrows are tight and his body is full of fighting Qi. His right hand is startled by the night gun.

at the moment when the gun collided with Qi Lang's fist, Qi Lang suddenly sneered at the corner of his mouth, turning his fist into...