C250 The Strength of the Black Poison Master.

Tianchou's voice was like a claw slicing across the blackboard, extremely ear-piercing.

The entire surroundings were cold and bleak, as if a crisis was brewing. It was clearly calm and peaceful, but there were also some ripples.

Xu Aotian put away his phone and looked at him coldly.

"Tianchou, where is my wife and child?"

"Pah pah …"

Tianchou clapped his hands