C148 Lin Zhan's whereabouts

"Please." Zhan Fang stood on stage and said indifferently.

"In that case, excuse me."

Before he finished speaking, the black clothed man's figure flashed like a ghost, instantly rushing to Zhan Fang's front, his right hand wielding the sword, the sword in his hand raised slightly, aimed straight at Zhan Fang's neck.

Zhan Fang felt that the sword was thrusting straight at him