Night is like ink, the second floor of the villa, Song Inkstone tray sitting on the bed, not hastily quenching the real body.

The nearer a breakthrough is, the less panic it is.

Suddenly, half-squinting, he opened his eyes and a meaningful sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

At the moment when Song Yan opened his eyes, a black figure drifted silently into the villa.

Soon, a burst of energy burst, but Tang Liu, who lives downstairs, came to grips with the dark shadows that broke into the villa.

The strength of the visitors is not weak, and they have reached the level of Warring Kings, but they...