Yang Tian squats in the corner and smokes. He is in a good mood to watch Yinglong and Yingzheng scold each other.

Yinglong is like a shrew scolding the street. She put her hand in her waist, pointed to Ying Zheng, and spattered her saliva and said, "if Chiyou is his aunt, I will play games with you here, and I have been playing for more than 2000 years. Which onion are you, let me guard you. "

with a long sword in his hand, Ying Zheng trembled a little and said angrily, "an old monster, even if he has no ability, is a hero who stands in the way...