C211 Lacrimal hemorrhage

Old bastard, how dare you! Lu You roared!

Ah Mo looked at the middle-aged swordsman timidly. 'Grabbing me, can you let my brother go?'

The middle-aged swordsman pretended to say: "Of course."

Good! Mo said firmly and walked over to the middle-aged swordsman.

Lu You's face was ferocious, open for me! He punched the golden bell again and again