"Hey, there's no road ahead."
Elder Luo reminded loudly and grumpily, thinking that his damned sharp tongue and soft heart should let him fall off a cliff. Though it wouldn't kill him, it would still scare him.
The injuries on himself somewhat have a little bit to do with this guy.
While the Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect seemed possessed, always bowing his head without looking at the road.
After being reminded, he finally came to his senses and ran all the way to Han Yu.
At this moment, Mo Xiuwen firmly punched Han Yu's chest and said grumpily, "Next time, don't play such heart-dropping games. Scared me to death, I almost slaughtered the Bitter Lotus Sect for you, even if I did, this sin would be yours."
Han Yu naturally forced a bitter smile, everyone thought he was playing heart-dropping games, but it was Ping who was doing it!
This guy silently pulled such a move, making him feel urgent like never before.
"Han Boy, how can I attract Tribulation Thunder to strike me?"
