C276 Waste!(part I)

"Cough cough … Martial Monarch City?"

In front of the city gate, a pale-faced young man muttered. This young man was dressed in white and had a fan in his hand.

"Cough cough, my injuries are really a little …"

Before the youth could finish his words, he was immediately replaced by a series of coughing sounds.

"Peng Ziqi, you son of a b * tch