"Congratulations,,, Congratulations, my little friend will never die." A weak voice came.

Ye Feng looked back with a wary face, and saw the ugly man lying on the ground more than ten feet away, looking like the lamp was running out of oil.

"don't worry, Dao you. Zhu is dying now. He can't hurt anyone at all. He just has a wish to cough up before he dies." the Han said that he even spits out another breath of blood essence here. After a rest, he said, "I hope you can help me. Zhu must have a good report.".

Ye Feng thought for a moment, "I don't know what else...