Eraapos;s Solemn Con

"H-Hao... Young Master Hao..." Miss Qian beside Leng Junhan looked pale as she saw the blood-stained appearance of the young man in front of her, and she tearfully expressed her guilt, "How are you",A white figure swept past them as if driven by gale winds. Everyone who attacked him fell to the ground in all directions. Apart from Leng Junhan and Miss Qian whom he protected, everyone else were knocked back five or six zhang away.,Mo Xiuyao narrowed his eyes, "Do you want me to personally go and explain things to Mosuiyun"。