C276 Marshal Gong Our Old Master Has Left

"Let's be frank. Since we've already met, why don't we make it clear now?" Gong Siming's tone was very cold, as if it was a negotiation on official business.

"You two, get up. "

He took off his indifferent appearance. Muye Qiong's current appearance was more than thirty years older than before.

The light in his eyes gradually faded, and the life force in his body gradually disappeared