C701 The Southern Mountain of Chrysanthemum(45)

Du Xiangyan always felt like he had lost something important. He rubbed his sore arm, his eyes cold and calculating. Someone dared to ambush him—what were they thinking?

"System, who attacked me? Why didn't you warn me?"

He waited for a while, but there was no response from the system. A sense of foreboding crept over him.

"System? Can you hear me?"

Still no answer. Du Xiangyan began to panic