C1335 Prince Consort of the gold knife

Guan Peng was about to die from anxiety.

That feeling of not being able to move at all and seeing the opponent walking towards him with his sword in hand was more torturous than wishing he were dead.

"Peng'er, don't just stand there. Do it, are you stupid?" Hurry and do it! "

Guan Peng's father continuously roared, hoping to wake Guan Peng up