Yun Jian’s cold back, coupled with his tall ponytail, although he was wearing short-sleeved shorts, he looked slim from the back. His figure was just right, and he was full of energy, as if he was ready to kill the god of death at any moment.
The people standing behind the Yun Jian were in a daze for a moment.
Did they see the god of death from hell?
Wang Duo, Hang Zijie, Hang Ziliang, and Duan Chengxuan all swallowed their saliva unconsciously.
Among the surrounding crowd, a good portion of them were Zhu Hengxiang’s relatives, but at this moment, no one could care less about Zhu Hengxiang who was lying unconscious on the ground and had just been stabbed in the thigh by the cloud tablet.
Everyone present was shocked by the move that the cloud tablet had just made.
Especially Sun Baiwen and Song Ling, the mistress.
Sun Baiwen had just said that Yun Jian had called Qing Yan over on purpose to say those words in front of everyone.
