C908 Small Annual Night

Shen Taiyi puked out the smoke in his mouth onto Zhan Xiong's face, and said: "You can call the old man from the Zhan Clan now, do you want to listen to him, or do you want to stick to your responsibilities, and make your choice!"

"There's no need to fight!" The middle aged man walked forward, and placed one hand on Zhan Xiong's back, then used his right hand to pour Spirit Qi into his body,