C277 Formless spread of the fire of war

Nangong Shaojue leaned on the sofa, as though he was a king coming from the darkness, his blood was bloodthirsty and emotionless.

"Young Master! "No one!"

As he said that, a cold gaze shot towards the servant beside him. Feeling that gaze, he directly knelt to the ground with a trembling heart and said in panic, "First ? Mister brought..