C431 Lingering Ghost

Mo Qingge sat on the back of the white tiger, followed by countless of dark guards.

Her expression did not change as she held Gu Meishan's cold body in one hand. The Mysterious Marking Bracelet turned into a cannon and with one hand, she aimed it at a row of hidden guards. Her eyes turned slightly cold.

"Bang, bang, bang ~ ~ ~"

After a series of crazy explosions resounded through the sky