"My life is up to me, and I will never be slaughtered by others."

The old man in black vented his voice: "Old A is always a vocational high-level king with a deck of cards, and no one can defeat him."

Although he just shouted in his heart and didn't make a sound, his powerful aura also made several night birds fly away.

Puchi, Song Hongyan and the others subconsciously turned their heads in the distance.

His eyes were all looking at the position of Lao A.

Then, the infrared rays of several snipers also shot towards this side.

The old man in black retracted his emotions and looked at Song Hongyan in the distance and joked lightly:

"Song Hongyan, you are really someone else's child."

"I originally wanted to squeeze your value and use you to check and balance Murong Qin."

"As a result, you set a next game for me."

"If I can't use it, I can only destroy you."

"I will use your blood to sacrifice flag for this Tangmen Hengcheng gathering first, and then mess up Ye Fan's heart."

After saying that, he pulled a black guitar from behind with his back hand.

With a snap, a long spear that was pitch black all over the eyes suddenly came to my eyes.

Thirty years have passed, and he is finally about to shoot again.

Who would have thought that he would use a gun again today?
Chapter completed!