"Stop for me!"

the black senior, with his arms outstretched, rushed out and stopped in front of Hao long. He was panting. His eyes were a little impatient, and his face was unwilling. Under the stubborn face, he looked incisively and vividly. The vertically and horizontally twisted scar became active because of the wriggling muscles of his face.

"what? Want to pay for my life? "

Hao long had intended to leave like this. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by such a person just when he came to the door. He looked at the stubborn and unwilling face with great interest, as if he had seen his own shadow from it....