"Ahem..."

Just after taking the first sip, Ye Xuan started coughing because of the cigarette.

The smoke is very strong and a little bitter...

"How is it? Is it easy to smoke? I especially like this smell, I'll tell you..."

Wang Xiaoshuai hugged Ye Xuan's shoulder and said affectionately.

Ye Xuan was very helpless and could only laugh.

However, after taking a few sips, he got used to the smell and feeling, he found that this cigarette was indeed easy to smoke, with a completely different taste of other cigarettes, with a hint of aftertaste and sweetness in the bitterness!

The immortal emperor in the distance looked at Ye Xuan, Wang Xiaoshuai, Card Emperor Ou Yueyun and others who were calling each other brothers together. The ugly face was as ugly as his fists were. His fists were pinching, and an angry voice came out of his mouth.

"The best handsome, you are too arrogant to run to my territory to make trouble. Have you ever asked me, the master?"

The card emperor's eyes sterned, and Wang Xiaoshuai, who was about to light a cigarette in the fire, made a move.

Then, he raised his head and fell on the Immortal Immortal Emperor. A cold light flashed in his eyes and asked coldly: "Is there any part of your speaking here?"

"you……"

The Immortal Emperor's face was so angry that he was about to speak, but Wang Xiaoshuai lit the big front door cigarette in his hand, took a sip and slowly spit out the rich smoke from his mouth: "You were injured by my apprentice, right?"

As he spoke, an invisible aura spread out from Wang Xiaoshuai's body, and he walked coldly towards the Immortal Emperor with cold steps.

At this moment, an unprecedented powerful oppression permeated the heart of the Immortal Emperor, causing a sense of fear and horror to surge in his heart.

He seemed to have been dragged into another world, he seemed to be standing on the turbulent sea, and in front of him was a silver angry dragon emitting endless dragon power.

This terrifying feeling and pressure is something that the Immortal Emperor has never experienced before.

He felt his throat dry, cold sweat spread from his forehead, and he subconsciously took two steps back, and a hoarse voice came from his mouth: "No...no...not me."

Wang Xiaoshuai paused and took back his momentum.

The Immortal Emperor only felt the pressure on his body relaxed, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Since it's not you, who is that? Is he?"

Wang Xiaoshuai's pupils turned silver at some point. He turned his head and looked down on Heng Tianqiong beside him, stretched out his finger and pointed at him, and asked coldly.

At this moment, he looked like the peerless overlord who controls the world.
Chapter completed!