C52 Ma Wuye's Grass Is Not Fat

"Whose men are you? What is your purpose? Speak!" Feng Zimo pulled Lin Ping up and said with his eyes wide open.

"Humph, hehe, you will die. We will not let you go! You will definitely die. . . " Lin Ping had yet to finish his words when he suddenly stopped breathing.

"What's going on? Master, why is he dead?" Feng Zimo was dumbfounded