The closer he got, the more Zhao Wen trembled, and every bit of strength in his body seemed to be sucked out of his body by something.

Gradually getting closer, feeling the coercion of the familiar grandmaster, Zhao Wen was already in tears.

Zhu Qingfeng had already become a cold corpse, the body was pale, and there was no trace of blood.

But his eyes were wide with rage, his body was straight, and his iron fists seemed to poke a hole in the sky.

Fighting until the last moment of his life, he still held on to his unwavering will to move forward and crush the enemy.

"Teacher!"

Zhao Wen knelt heavily on the ground.

Fatherless and motherless, he rarely kneels, so he has never heard of any man with gold under his knees

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