"I'm here. I don't want to argue with you."

"I just want to ask you."

Han Daoren changed his mind and felt cold all over: "If there must be someone between me and Chu Yun, who do you choose?"

After he said that, he stared at Old Ye with a cold expression.

A looming murderous intent is ready to move.

"You are not willing to die!" Old Ye made a decisive move. "You don't even have the qualifications to compete with him!"

Han Daoren smiled nervously.

The laughter is shrill and chilling.

"I wanted to save your life."

Puchi!

A terrifying energy suddenly spurted out.

Han Daoren was surrounded by energy, like a god of death!

"But you."

Han Daoren's eyes were fierce, and he took two steps under his feet, his voice was hoarse and harsh: "I don't know how to cherish it!"

A terrifying palm was poked out.

Like a bone, like a fierce ghost!
Chapter completed!