A conference room in the East Word Camp.

A man and a woman sit opposite each other.

Zhu Yanjun, who was sitting on the main seat, crossed his arms around his chest, leaned back slightly, his sharp eyes burst out with a burst of essence, and he stared at the opposite side burningly.

The shadow on the side was at his side, silent.

Sitting opposite was a young man with slightly curly hair and a handsome face, dressed in a black Tang costume......

Chapter 62 of "My Warlock" Our Dongzi Camp will not lose! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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