"Chen Tianming, since you are so confident, you can just take my move! If you take over, the past will be written off. " Su Ling opens his sleeves, reveals his white and bright wrists, and takes down the emerald bracelet full of blood from the amazing and beautiful jade wrists. Then the voice turns again, and the beautiful eyes flow with pure light: "if you can't take it, then life and death will be determined by heaven. How about?"

"according to you!" Chen Tianming smiles quietly. Chen Tianming is still clear about suling's cultivation. In the first World War, he obviously feels that suling's cultivation is not as good...