C1667 Externally Twelve Years Later Fourteen Years Later

... "" Ye Lan took the breakfast. His deep eyes were filled with an indescribable coldness.

Zhao Xianzao dragged the assassin like a dead dog to a quiet alley.

Without saying anything else, she broke the tendons on her hands and feet. Wearing a pair of slippers, she stepped on the assassin's hand bone.

With a cracking sound, a clear cracking sound could be heard, "Tell me