C1373 Cheng Ya Jin Who Was Killed in the Middle of the Road

"Put down your crutches!"

The coldness in Mo Ziyan's eyes was like a sharp blade that went straight to the Old Ancestor. The hand that was on his shoulder, regardless of whether the Old Ancestor could endure it or not, immediately pressed down.

"Ziyan, what are you doing? Hurry up and let go."

The Old Ancestor was in pain