The audience was silent, and everyone had their own messiness in their hearts.

Fang Sihai clenched his long sword, sometimes tense and ready to attack, sometimes hesitant to stop.

It seems like...... That's the truth.

Dong He's eyes began to be confused, here, again, what happened?

He knew that once Changqing spoke, there would definitely be variables!

At this moment, Changqing once again drew a "pistol" and "fired" at Fang Sihai.

And "snap".

"Look

"Immortal Sword, Red Dust Immortal" Chapter 932 Whoever becomes me will collude with whoever is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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