C627 It Was like a Strange Road

"Jiang Feng, so you're not dead?"

Leng Yichen looked at Lan Zifeng, who was standing not far away, and shouted happily.

"Of course I'm not dead. Do you really want me to die?"

As soon as his voice faded, Lu Shaochu's facial expression became uglier and uglier. His pitch-black eyes were filled with a bone-piercing coldness.

He had been a good brother for many years