C51 Come in

The frost kept spreading upwards. Nangong Ming felt that his legs were numb and he was about to lose consciousness. His pale face revealed a strong fear.

If he didn't stop it, his legs would be crippled.

"Nangong Ming, who is the trash between us?"

Ye Zhi's cold voice rang in his ears.

Nangong Ming's body trembled. He looked at Ye Zhi's cold eyes. His eyes were full of fear