C1118 Ten Thousand Years of Hatred

"Boss!" The soul of the chess saint appeared in the tomb.

"Boss, I'm here too. What happened?" Sun-By-Day crouched at the door.

"Hmm?" When the Constellation saw the mess, his brows knitted slightly.

"You guys came at the right time, capture them for me!" The Tomb God roared.

"Calling you boss is just giving you face." Chess Saint retreated back to Wang Ye's side