C2167 The Whiteclothed and Black Sword Lee Qingdu

I and Ghost Cook looked at each other. He shook his head. It seemed that he didn't know what Lee Qingdu was doing either.

After about ten minutes, the expression on Shu Aobai's face was no longer painful. On the other hand, Lee Qingdu let out a long sigh of relief and slowly moved his palm away.

He clenched his fists as if he was holding something.

When he finally moved his palm away