C362 Li Wen Jing Was Deeply Hidden

Silence, dead silence.

Yang Qiu's words were like a sharp knife that stabbed into Mo Suliu's heart. He suddenly lunged at Yang Qiu as if he had gone mad.

"You son of a b * tch, you. . . You dare to toy with me? Go to hell!"

Yang Qiu sneered. He didn't even try to dodge the attack. He stretched out his hand and Mo Suliu felt a gust of cold wind. After that, a crisp sound was heard