C1418 Deacon White Face

Phew.

The storm of energy spread. All the spectators around the martial arena became excited.

"Mr. Chong Lou."

Little Boy Qingmu called out, his voice full of worry.

Perhaps because Qing Liang's injuries were too severe, he was more worried about his brother.

"Swoosh!"

"Give this to your brother and take him away."

Chong Lou said faintly.

"Okay