C735 Hate

Seven hundred and nine grievances.

"It's you?" Zhang Yang was shocked. His hand was suspended in the air, and he didn't strike down for a long time.

The black-clothed woman coldly harrumphed. Suddenly, she moved her chest and said, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. Don't waste your breath!"

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly and slowly put down his hand that was emitting a fiery light