C580 Hate Jiuquan's Firewood

"What does he look like?"

"He's about thirty years old, and his eyes are clear and sharp..."

At this point, the pressure of countless experts piled up on Chai Rang's body like a mountain.

Chai Rang's heart skipped a beat, his face turned pale, his throat felt sweet, and his legs trembled. Immediately, he lied down on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood