C380 The Doubts of His past Life

Meng Ran sat on the armchair with his fingers lightly tapping on the tea table. His expression was calm and indifferent, as if he was a wise man who schemed against the world.

"Next, I'll ask and you answer. If you dare to say anything false, you will be at this table."

Meng Ran drew a line with his fingers, and an azure light slashed out from his fingertip, crossing several meters