C138 Injured

His legs were a little numb. Zhuo Hua moved slightly, but he did not want to kick a small stone.

"Who is it?" Ling Yun shouted in the room.

Not good, they were discovered. The two of them turned around and ran.

As soon as they turned around, they bumped into the so-called Venerable Ling Yun. They saw that Ling Yun was a middle-aged man with a face full of stubble. Qi Han