"Song qingxiao?"
The moment he called out song qingxiao's name, everyone's expression changed slightly.
Even song qingxiao was shocked when she heard him call out her identity.
"Aren't you dead?" When the man saw song Qing's expression, he was even more certain of his guess.
His expression gradually became a little excited, as if he was about to make a great contribution.
The person from the fan clan who had spoken earlier gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
"Hahaha!" He threw his head back and laughed out loud. I thought I could never get my revenge again, but I never thought that you would walk right into my trap again. It seems that it's because my son Jiang he's spirit is undying!
"Fan jianghe?" When song qingxiao heard this name, she was stunned for a moment. Then, she came to a realization."The one carrying the coffin."
