the words that were cold as the abyss and the cold wave sounded behind them. Li Zhongtian couldn't help but fight a cold war. Slowly turning around, those frightened old eyes finally saw a man like a devil.

Mo ran.

this was once despised by him. It took him only a few years to master his own life and death. At this moment, Li Zhongtian suddenly felt that the image of Moran had become tall and looked at himself as cold as a demon. It seemed that he could die like an ant just by saying a word.

"Mo ran. You , it won't be true. " Looking at Mo...