in the luxury box of a hotel not far from "heaven and earth", Feng Yi stood by the window and looked at Yang Tian, who looked like a boy hanging in the sky. There was a curious expression on his ancient cheek.

"master, Mr. Yang is here." Meng Huaiyuan lowered his head and said respectfully.

there is no emotion fluctuation on the face of the wind. I nodded lightly, then waved my hand and said: "you go down first. Don't let anyone get close to 100 meters. "

Meng Huaiyuan answers, then turns and leaves the room. His speed is very fast, just like a gust of wind, which makes...