woman in her forties sat at a desk under the backdrop of an office wall. She had an average appearance, short hair, and looked very capable."Cold, Lieutenant.">< < Leng Qiu Shuang stared at the noodle...Chapter 1175

The moment his words left his lips.

Visible to the naked eye, dust motes suspended in the air fall like countless stars descending.

Not only was it dust, but even the disciples of Bai Ca Ge who floated in mid-air lost control and instantly fell.

"Even Zhao Ping'an felt a slight pressure!"

It feels like an unspeakable force is pressing down on my head, about to smash me into the ground.

"Martial arts, the martial arts of a holy land!" How could she control him then"July."Before she could answer, Zhao Ping’an took a step forward and asked eagerly, “What were you doing meeting him so late And last night I noticed that your face was...