"what?" Hearing this, Huang hanchong almost didn't have the guts to lose. How could he not think that his master, who had worked hard to hire and was extremely fond of his master, turned to fight against each other on the spot, for fear.

afraid that land dust is bad for him

"Tianshu, you mean little man, I'm wrong about you." Huang Han shouted angrily, "son of a bitch, old tortoise, bastard old Pifu, I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations."

Huang hanchong knew he was going to die, but he was not afraid of it. Before he died, he used his tongue to win back ten percent. But he...