C121 Miserable Screams

Uncle Jian held onto his severed arm, his blood staining the red leather chair. He was shocked, thinking about his disciples in the living room, who would lose all their martial arts in the future. His eyes flashed with resentment and he laughed bitterly: "Matriarch, I am sorry. I won't be able to accompany you in the future. "

Matriarch said angrily: "Sword Eight