C68 Lord of the Demonic Shrine(1)

The two assassins he sent last night had already been thrown into the middle of the courtyard, while Ying Xue was leaning on the door as she welcomed them with a smile. The smile on his face seemed to be extremely sarcastic, no matter how thick Jin Yidou's skin was, he had no choice but to be red at the moment, fortunately Ying Xue did not say anything