"Have you made a good choice?"

Song Yan looked at Xue Linger and asked gently.

Hearing the words, Snow Linger crossed her heart and shouted fiercely, "You traitor of this race will kill me if you have the ability!"

"OK, I'll do it for you!"

Song Yan smiled, raised his hand and pointed to Xue Linger's eyebrow.

Suddenly, Shirling's pupils shrank, his face suddenly appeared frightened, and at the same time, his heart felt a little regretful.

Just then, a voice rang out: "Stop it!"

Meanwhile, a human figure rushed into the Yuntian Palace to clap Song Yan's waistcoat behind his back.

"Damn, it's time to attack my boss, die!"...