"Xiao Meng, speaking of which, this is our second meeting."
Ji Guangling still sported his usual fashion, wearing ripped jeans and a floral short sleeve, even donning a pair of large sunglasses.
"Senior, hello."
Ji Guangling supported himself with a walking cane, nodding with a smile.
"Haha! No need to stand on ceremony. Let me introduce... "
"No need for introductions."
The middle-aged man with the beard came over, shrugged with a smile, "Nightmare, I didn't expect to meet you more times than I've met Senior Ji."
Nightmare?
Chi Ling, who followed by Feng Lin's side, had her eyes wide open, almost unable to keep her balance.
Meng Changsheng is actually Nightmare!
This man, who looked kind and constantly cursed, this old man.
Was actually the ruthless killer, the source of countless people's fears, named Nightmare?
