Looking at the direction of Ziyin Gong’s departure, Qingmu Gong was in the snowy snow, and his body ached little by little, which made him almost unable to support.
If those assassins come here at this time, he can’t escape! In fact, he is the one who lost in this contest, but he has been patient. Wait until after the purple sound is gone, Green Mu Gong sits wearily on the ground, blanched, and has a bloody face. He was assassinated a few days…