Xing Yue walked to the sand table. He planned to take action to save Qingqing and capture the beast, Netherworld. At this moment, his phone screen suddenly lit up. He slid open the screen and looked.
Netherworld: "I advise you not to move. This has nothing to do with you."
Xing Yue replied with a cold face, "Netherworld, I can spare you this time if you beg me for mercy now. Otherwise, you can just wait to be pursued by the Seven Barracks!"
Netherworld replied after seven to eight seconds, "What's wrong with you? Why do you care when I sleep with my wife?"
Xing Yue : "…"
It was too troublesome to type. Xing Yue sent another voice call. This time, Xie Jiuhan picked up. He had planned to curse when he picked up, but he was afraid that he would disturb Feng Qing, so he held back his anger.
