"Boy, don't toast, don't eat fine wine!" The young man's eyes were cold and he stared closely at Ye Qingyun, like a bloodthirsty monster.

When Ye Qingyun heard this, he was shocked and his eyes were cold.

The young man's attack on Han Qing was unsuccessful. Now it's quite unreasonable to say so.

"You let us go? We need you to put it on? Do you deserve it?" A faint voice came out of the mouth of Ye Qingyun.

fell into the eardrum of the youth, making the youth's eyes sharp on the spot, staring at Ye Qingyun dead, his face twitching fiercely because of anger: "You are looking for...