C637 My Lord I Was Wrong

"Brother, now that all the brothers are down, what should we do?" "Aiyo, my hand hurts so much …"

"What should we do? Hush, I won't die! "

Zhang Jianwan's elder brother, Zhang Jiuxiong, had a terrifyingly pale face, just like White Impermanence.

He was standing by the wall with his head in his arms, his fat skull arched in a straight line like a wounded deer