C261 Lama and Mud

Yem Tingchen's muscles tensed up in an instant. He was ready to exert his strength at any moment. The corners of his eyes flashed with a dangerous rhythm. His thin lips formed two cold blades that were soaked in poison. "Who did it?"

"Wuwuwu. . . "

What did he say?

Yem Tingchen was already furious and could not understand the language Su Xiaoxiao was talking about