C354 Zhao Weide's Heart's Words

In this way, the blade Zhao Weide spoke of naturally fell down.

Ye Chen was quick. With a swing of his staff, the sword fell into his hands.

The scimitar drew a semicircle in the air and placed it on Zhao Weide's neck. "This time, we can have a good chat, right?"

But before Ye Chen could finish his next sentence, a shocking gust of wind swept towards Ye Chen's face: "Brat