C62 A Peculiar Feeling
"What are you looking at!" Han Mo coldly snorted. His pretty and slender fingers tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, "If you don't want to die, then come at me." He saw how Qian Sang Sang knew how to use the beast just now. However, this fellow didn't seem to know that he had such strength. Han Mo gave Qian Sang Sang a strange look as he charged into the battle