Just now, I heard Ye Fengsheng's voice saying not to accept Eight-lip Gate; thus, I went to open the Eight-lip Gate. People thought these individuals had brain issues, hypochondria, and confusion. Now, I can only see them trembling, afraid of enraging them.
In a word, defeating Zhang Zhengxian, this character, wherever is a person, even if he is a master of martial arts, might still not stop, and perhaps might not even be his opponent!
How could such a person be easily angered by a few people?
Ye Fengsheng found his eyes interesting, but didn't like them, seeming to always stare at him. Lu Ziyuan was a battle between two wars, resting as if sifting and drying. Just a minute ago, somewhere with laughter and chatter, deciding others' future paths?
Bah.
When his heart was in turmoil, Zhang Zhengxian was like my mud, spitting out red-black blood mingled with a few pieces of internal organs. His eyes saw an air entrance, with no gas left for us.
