Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

fluttered without wind, and then he punched towards Chen Ping.Chen Ping's eyes were filled with a cold light, staring fixedly at Mie Jue Dao Ren, the killing intent on his body rising to the extreme!...red was life. Life was only once given, and Xuan Yuan Yan knew that as long as the green mountains remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.But whether Chen Ping will give him a chance to live...