C1120 closed-door soup

"Huuu ~ ~ ~"

A formless killing intent burst out of the golden-roofed hall.

Hun Yuanzi was not an ordinary expert. If he had the intention to kill, not many people would be able to escape unscathed.

Qin Feng laughed, then asked.

"You can see through my mind?"

Hun Yuanzi raised his eyebrows.

"You were meditating just now