C1761 Danling
"Who the hell are you?"
A trace of green aura emerged from the golden-robed middle-aged man's face, and anger could be vaguely seen between his brows. The long green vine in his hand danced like a spirit serpent, seeming to want to choose a person to devour.
Tang Huan's gaze then fell on the middle aged man in gold robes. She sized him up for a moment