"Yan'er, this person is up to you."
Long Chengtian threw Wu Xiuluo in front of Long Yan, and then disappeared.
He disdains to take action against the others.
"Wu Xiuluo, how does it feel?"
Long Yan playfully looked at Wu Xiuluo, experiencing the joy of controlling the life and death of a quasi-emperor was something that ordinary people could not fathom.
Capturing Wu Xiuluo alive would not only gain him the thing he wanted, but also fulfill Blood Mad Butcher's wish.
"Hmph, if you have the guts, just kill me."
Wu Xiuluo snorted, unwilling to admit defeat.
He had always been cautious, but today he made a miscalculation and fell into a small gutter.
Slap!
As soon as Wu Xiuluo's words fell, Long Yan slapped him harshly across the face and then shook his wrist.
"Damn it, his face is so thick, I felt numbed by the slap."
Long Yan playfully looked at Wu Xiuluo, and now there were five clear fingerprints on his face.
"Long Yan, you…"
