C422 The Second Slave

Zhao Yiming said it casually, but when the two of them heard it, they felt as if their hearts were going to explode. Their clothes were instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He pulled out a handful of Single Knife from somewhere and kept gesticulating on Zheng Keyu's body. The latter's face was so pale that there was a stinky smell coming from between his legs.

Zheng Keyu immediately shouted