C81 profiteering

"Immediately!"

Although Mu Rong Cheng's breathing was sluggish, his tone carried an unquestionable domineering aura. The illusion lowered and he stood up to leave.

Mu Rong Cheng's sharp eyes stared straight at the roof, his heart full of worry for Han Zi Mo's safety, he was especially worried about Feng Yin Xi's lost cultivation, who would protect his foam?

"Damn it!" This bunch of bastards