Duan Yuandi smirked sinisterly.
"Old sinister."
Su Qingfeng gave Duan Yuandi a disdainful look.
At the same time, he was a bit worried, wondering if taking too many laxatives would completely ruin someone.
After all, to mess with Duan Yuandi, he had already added laxatives to the tea leaves once.
Who would have thought that this old sinister would try to mess with Yan Chenyun too.
Double the effect, huh.
Indeed, the so-called small tin seal is ridiculous to a Grandmaster.
"Wetlands, aliens! You're forcing the Yan Gui Corps to death."
Su Qingfeng walked up to the city wall.
He gazed into the distance, murmuring to himself.
The demon blade hanging on his waist buzzed and trembled.
On the way back to the second battlefield, Yan Chenyun also smiled sinisterly at the corner of his mouth:
"Two idiots, playing poker and having tea, but I've already added laxatives to the teapot, let's see you enjoy now."
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West Martial!
