The sounds of percussion and slaps alternated, creating a very beautiful and dynamic rhythm.

…

After handing over the exclusive magic weapons of Li Qingyang and others to Fan Yezi, Jun Changxiao began to think about how to deal with Mr. Yuan.

"This person went to Donghai Yuzhou to seek refuge with Emperor Zhenwei and establish a great cause."

"Yes."

Jun Changxiao's eyes lit up, then he walked into the cell and dragged Mr. Yuan out without asking why.

"Jun Changxiao! If you want to kill me, can you give me a decent way to die! Instead of dragging a dog to death!" Young Master Yuan roared.

"I will take you to a fun place." Jun Chang said with a smile.

"A fun place?"

Mr. Yuan looked confused, and then he saw a formation-like vortex of light appearing in front of him, exuding a gloomy aura.

Is this hell?

"brush!"

While thinking, Jun Changxiao dragged him into hell... Oh, no, it's a plane battlefield!

Fan Yezi, prescribed the right medicine.
Chapter completed!