”zhang tianlong!”
the man in a black em
oidered dragon robe sat on the throne, his eyes unstoppably murderous. the knife was put on the side of the throne and trembled at the moment because of his murderous anger.
yang jun closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.
this zhang tianlong, who killed him repeatedly and repeatedly, let the whole fighting day watch the joke of his torture hall. if he is not
ought to justice, the first force in the fighting day will have no face. other forces are already dissatisfied with the palace of torture. if they can't even deal with zhang tianlong, then they will no longer take orders from him.
”wu tao!”
the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and at last he opened his eyes and shouted.
”yang jun, what can i do for you?”
a man in white robes and **elling of style slowly came in from the door, looked at yang jun, and asked loudly.
”zhang tianlong, more and more crazy, has reached the point where he has to deal with it.”
yang jun's voice was a little dull, and zhang tianlong, a man, also knew that if he wanted