'Pfft.'
The Demon Sword was pulled out.
Cao Yi slumped onto the stone table as if the Demon Sword had drained all his strength.
He turned around dumbfounded, looking in disbelief at the figure behind him.
Wei Ming's face was full of terror, the hand holding the Demon Sword trembled constantly, and he stammered:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I, I..."
Suddenly, Wei Ming's eyes filled with ferocity, and he roared:
"I must take my sister to the north to play in the snow!"
Wei Ming raised the Demon Sword and struck heavily at Cao Yi.
As the Demon Sword drew closer, Cao Yi couldn't help but sneer:
"Coward."
Imperial Capital, Mandala Bar.
Simon ordered a drink and had been drinking for two hours.
Qin Ming accompanied him for those two hours.
At this moment, the door of the bar opened.
A middle-aged man in a white business shirt, exuding an elegant aura, walked in.
Zhang Qian, upon seeing the newcomer, exclaimed in surprise:
"Uncle Dao, you're here!"
