Ye Chen's words, let the black old man's face suddenly cold down. As he said.

he regarded himself as a noble Protoss and looked down on Ye Chen as a mole ant.

now the mole ants let him roll to one side, and they still put on the appearance of light clouds and light wind. How can he tolerate it.

in an instant.

the old man in black is full of terror. He reaches out with his big hand and takes it to Ye Chen directly. "Surrender to me!"

the old man in black drinks coldly. The dust is still in front of him.

the palm of the hand that...