The white-haired man was dressed in black night clothes, and his face was covered with a headscarf and a masked cloth. It was probably a fight that caused the headscarf to be crooked and revealed some white hair. He looked straight at Ning Yun. "Many people leaned over. Are you going to kill them?"
A pair of obedience NingYun posture let her don’t know how to answer. Look at that man’s hand clutching the solder and still dripping blood. Obviously, there is more than just that battle. It’s meaningless