C71

"Is that really okay?" Sikong Ling mourned for the Jade-Faced Wind Lord. He was fine, yet someone had managed to take out 120,000 gold.

"What's wrong?" Placing her hands on the back of her head, Su Qingjiu closed her eyes and shook, "Did I say something? This was his own choice!

It was his choice, but in this situation, it was probably the same choice as Yan Luo! The little red dot on his arm