C150 Stealing war god's essence

"It's time for you to go back. I need to wash up and go to sleep."

Feng Qingxiao stood up obediently.

Yun Zihuang secretly clenched his teeth, how could he not be so hoodlum?

Countless eye knives flew over in anger. Every time she saw this extremely infuriating face, she couldn't help but want to slap it. The problem was that the War God King was an expert filled with vitality