C171 Fight to the Death

It's late at night, the moon is bright. Daoyi, Fushou, and Master Bianshi were cautious at night. They planned to try their best to convince Night Ghost for the last time.

"Feng'er, go and see if they are here. " Night Ghost sat at the short table and sat opposite Loong Yuv, leisurely drinking tea.

Around the simple and crude house, dozens of hawk-like sharp eyes lay dormant