C451 nothing

Shang Bingtian's long crescent face was incomparably pale, his lips were purple, as if he had fallen into a serious illness. He tightly clenched his double fist, and his bones emitted crackling sounds, expressing an unbearable rage.

Shang Yonghe's vicious gaze flashed past, then he pointed at Zhang Yang and loudly ordered: "Capture this gluttonous fellow."

"Yes, master."

Immediately