C900 Liao Cheng Ji Wu

Chirp chirp chirp *

Several small silver swords pierced through the air and surrounded the ivy.

Murong He's expression finally eased up.

"Seven Uncle Wang s, Aunt Wang, do you really think that I, Murong He, am a fake?"

He smugly stood up, brushed the hem of his clothes, and clapped again.

"Today, I will make it so that you won't be able to return!"

As soon as his voice fell