Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Niu Chuanchuan's roommates followed behind him, tracing the trail of blood on the road to the West Wing.
Bang!
The originally broken door was now completely destroyed.
The four of them rushed into the room and spat on Niu Chuanchuan who was on the floor.
"Damn it, you actually dared to run!"
"Still trying to seek refuge at Qingshuang Peak, proves trash always clump together. Why don't you go back with him to Qingshuang Peak?"
Liu Hao stepped forward and yanked Niu Chuanchuan's hair, looking disdainfully at Shang Yanting, "Didn't he come to you for protection? What skills do you have?"
"Brother Liu Hao, give Qingshuang Peak a lesson!"
The other three disciples led by Liu Hao looked excited; they were the ones who called Jia Xitong bald and ugly the other day.
As for this "Brother Liu Hao."
It finally awoke Jia Xitong's limited memory of the original story's plot.
