"you're not stupid." Lu Chen approaches Qinghuo with a smile and stands straight in front of him. Qinghuo is bound by a silver soft sword. Zhenyuan breaks up and the meridians are cut off. He can't do anything but look at Lu Chen with fear and wait for his death.

"what are you doing?" There was panic in Qinghuo's eyes. His hands could not hang on the ground, like a death prisoner waiting to be punished.

"what do you say?" Lu Chen squints at Qinghuo, goes to the front and without saying anything, pulls off the heaven and earth bag hanging on Qinghuo's waist, and then presses his palm on...