C556 Selling Weapons

"You can't …"

Mo Beichen glanced at that person. How could he not know what Wei Changqing was thinking? He just smiled.

"If I want to help the tyrant, do you think I will still join hands with you?"

"Who knows? Maybe you just want to use me to cure the poison in your body."

Mo Beichen rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Then did you cure it?"

Wei Changqing's expression changed