Chapter 412 abnormal Mo Yan

stands by and looks at Mo Yan who habitually holds his sword and leans on the tree trunk. In the eyes of Qingyi, he can't hide his gripping heart.

I don't know what the master and Mo Yan have said. I always feel that the breath of Mo Yan's whole body is more gloomy, as if the string that has been tight all the time will be broken with a little external force.

Mo Yan is the taut string now. Last night's conversation is just like adding external force to the taut string, making the taut string more taut. The hope of my current group...