Slap!!

A few white teeth flew out, the white-faced scholar completed the air rotation of 3,666, and then landed smoothly with his face.

"After finishing work."

Jiang Shang fell to the ground lightly, exhaled a breath of turbid air, rubbed his fists and said:

"The face is quite hard, grab it."

Several constables stepped forward and took action against the white-faced scholar, and soon tied him up with steel chains.

I also thoughtfully fed it to people in the world with the colorless and tasteless Ten Fragrance Soft Pollut Powder.

Even the innate Wushu Sect, who refines qi and transforms into gods, would not be able to recover for a while.

The white-faced scholar naturally refused to submit and wanted to kill someone suddenly.

How can a mere steel chain lock him?

As a result, when he saw the smiley eyes under the silver face, the white-faced scholar opened his mouth obediently.
Chapter completed!