Feng Zhiqiang rubbed his chest and looked at Wang Han, "Young Master Ninth, this is not cost-effective! The forces behind us can be completely comparable to the tenth ones!"

"You are talking about the Eternal Life Association, are you?" Wang Han smiled at Feng Zhiqiang.

Feng Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, with a gloomy expression, "Du Zhengfeng told you everything? Where is Du Zhengfeng? I haven't seen him all day today? What's wrong with you?"

Wang Han stuffed his phone into his pocket, "Die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Han knocked Feng Zhiqiang out.

When he carried Feng Zhiqiang out.

A cough suddenly came out.

Wang Han hurriedly looked at it.

I don’t know when there was a person standing by the lake.

With his back to Wang Han.

He was wearing a black Tang suit, and was thin and covered in white hair, but he had a strong and fierce aura.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the lake calmly.

Wang Han felt the oppression on the other party!

Transformation!

Wang Han is like facing a great enemy.

A voice rich in vicissitudes and slightly hoarseness came from the old man.

"A glass of wine with willows and spring breeze! Ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes!
Chapter completed!