The man on the bed moved, as if he had been woken up. Then, he suddenly sat up and looked at Zhao Jin.
"Shua shua shua ..."
Zhao Jin was so frightened that he retreated. The man tilted his head and looked at him coldly.
Not only did he look askance, but he also tilted his head to look at him. How unruly was this?
"You're Zhao Jin?" The crooked neck man said.
"Yes, it's me ..." At this moment, Zhao Jin saw the man's face clearly with the help of the candlelight. He was extremely handsome, like a young master in a chaotic world.
From the looks of it, she and the swordswoman of the swallow were a perfect match.
"I have a question to ask you." The crooked neck man said in a deep voice.
Zhao Jin nodded.
The handsome young man with the crooked neck stared at him for a moment and asked, ""How did you judge or confirm that Zheng xinghuai was telling the truth?"
