C803 I Don't Have Good Intentions

The seventh brother's face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He said in a trembling voice, "Third Master, I, I. . . "

Zhang Zhiyuan looked at him calmly, "What are you talking about?"

Old Seven's eyes rolled around. The person in front of him smiled more gently and his attacks became heavier. He raised his hand and gave himself a slap. " Third Master, it's my fault