C151 A Silkpants Was Not a Silkpants

Just as Chen Feng and Changjian waved their hands, blood spurted out like smoke.

The old servant looked at Chen Feng's back and said proudly, "I am the weapon merchant of Snow Fall City, Chen Feng!"

Tears streamed down his face. In his memory, that young master had returned.

The white-clothed Chen Yuan's face was like his robe. His lips trembled as he fell to the ground