C681 Zhang Dongcheng's disciple had died!

"Wow. 5555555! " The disciple looked at Ding Ding, whose pants were torn to pieces and about a meter long and the size of a winter melon, and felt tears running down his face.

"Do you like it? Are you satisfied? " Zhou Tiantong asked as if he was offering a treasure, causing the disciple's face to turn green!

"Senior, please don't!" The disciple hugged Zhou Tiantong's leg