"pa ~"

a crisp sound was heard in the hall of Mahavira, the emperor of the ancient city in the middle region. Ju Yunsong's hands were slightly shaking, and there were a few tea stains with light fragrance in the palm. His face was so excited that his old face was shaking as he was getting thinner. At the foot of Ju Yunsong, the broken tea cup pieces scattered all over the ground. A pool of wet and shallow tea fell on the foot, still steaming.

"you mean that Moran's life card is destroyed? "I can't believe it. Ju Yunsong looks down at the informer's subordinates. In recent years, his...