Atop the castle, Ning Jingjing's pupils constricted.
Elder Wei was slightly shocked. Sikong Jing really came, but he wasn't brought by Lan Zhuanghe's men?
At the same time, Lan Zhuanghe turned around, staring intensely at Sikong Jing, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The people of his Lan Family had clearly reported that they had surrounded Sikong Jing and were about to capture him!
Why could he still appear here so freely?
"By the way, I've also brought you a big bag of gifts. Please, General Lan, accept them with a smile," Sikong Jing said, tossing over the heads of more than twenty Lan Family experts to Lan Zhuanghe.
When the bag hit the ground, one head after another fell out, all rolling onto the floor, a series of thuds echoing.
The smell of blood also spread out.
Lan Zhuanghe's face changed drastically, his pupils wildly constricting.
