C1239 Tackling Tackling

"... When did you do this?"

Wang Feng's voice was low, and the broken hair on his forehead covered a portion of his eyebrows, making it hard for others to see the thick killing intent in his eyes.

He and the red-clothed female ghost were old acquaintances. From the bottom of the ancient tomb to now, this guy had been sent here to oppose him.

First, he kidnapped Hua Qianyu