The dim light sprinkled down, and Ye Tu's dark and shining eyes flashed with a faint light that flickered and flickered.

When Chu Randong's words fell, the little light under his eyes completely dissipated, and a layer of yin owl descended, as cold as frost, and the air pressure around his body dropped by two points.

He turned to Chu Randong, opened his lips, and his voice was cold, "You try?" ”

Rising intonation......

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