As soon as the speed slows down, there will be several wooden carts waiting in line.
No sooner said than done.
Su Yue turned his head, preparing to find a wooden cart.
"Which camp are you from? I've noticed you've been staring at the warehouse for some time."
However, just at that moment, a tall and thin member of the Yangxiang Race suddenly appeared in front of Su Yue.
Crack!
Crack!
At this moment, all the bones in Su Yue's body were trembling.
He was being oppressed by an aura, unable to breathe, barely escaping suffocation.
Demon Blade.
On the waist of this Yangxiang Race member hung a Demon Blade, just like Wang Nanguo's.
It was Lan Lu.
The foremost person of the fifth rank in the Yangxiang Race, with fighting power comparable to the sixth rank, as mentioned by the Camp General.
It must be him.
Su Yue's heart skipped a beat.
He had lingered in front of the warehouse too long, arousing Lan Lu's suspicion.
