C2397 Repentance
"Wuwuwu..."
Qian Zhuangke, whose mouth was covered by an oil towel, looked at Xi Yunzheng with an innocent expression. The expression on his face was as terrified as it could get, as innocent as it could get. Only then did Xi Yunzheng, who was holding the Purple Light Dragon Pattern Sword and pointing it at Qian Zhuangke, remember that he had used a towel to cover Qian Zhuangke's mouth and nose
