At this moment, Luo Xing is pale, his arms bend into an exaggerated gesture, and his eyes towards Ye Dun are full of cold anger.

His left arm was broken, his star-picking gun was robbed by Ye Dun. It was a terrible defeat.

When he appeared just now, how arrogant he was. With one move, he pushed Huaxin into a desperate situation, blindfolded everything and did not put anyone in his eyes at all.

But in reality, it slapped him hard and made his face feel hot.

Luo Xing stared at Ye Dun gloomily, still trying to save face. He snorted coldly: "Ye Dun, the Dark Protoss sacrifice is about...