C509 Geng Qiu Shui

Four, eight, three, Geng Qiushui.

"Then where did he go?" Zhang Yang still had the same indifferent tone.

The warrior said, "I... I don't know either..."

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled coldly. He said, "I really hope you know something!"

He did not say anything. He walked with his head held high and strode towards the inner courtyard. Third Master Jin's face was ashen