C1687 Shameless

Ling Yun was not one to be courteous, he always believed that taking advantage of his illness to take his life, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and transformed into a light and shadow that whistled out.

Swift as wind, swift as lightning, blurry figure, like a strand of cyan smoke, he instantly rushed to Yan Huang's front. Under his dumbstruck gaze