A string of stones rubbed Wang Han and was embedded into the freezer not far away.

Wang Han turned his head.

I saw that the master of Jishuitan was coming again.

I just didn't dare to come forward.

The sudden sneak attack really tests that Wang Han's strength has recovered by almost all.

Seeing Wang Han avoiding his sneak attack.

Feng Rengui quickly retreated.

Wang Han stood up.

Feng Rengui quickly retreated. Yesterday, Xie Zhaodi ganked it. He was injured and had not recovered. He came over to check Wang Han and found that Wang Han was not dead. He turned his head and ran away in fear.

After running away, he felt that Wang Han was in a bad state and thought that it might be because he was scaring him. Now he has been brave enough to come back and test Wang Han’s background. Seeing Wang Han’s actions freely scared the grandson.

His feet were unstable and he knelt on the ground.

"Brother Wang! No! Uncle Wang! Please spare your life!"

It's so old that it's really funny to call Wang Han a uncle.

Wang Han's strength has recovered a little now, but his body has not fully recovered, and some areas are still numb.

"Where are you taking the Jiuzhou Ding?"

Feng Rengui licked his lips, knelt on the ground, kneeling behind him.

"I've hidden Uncle Wang, I'll pick it up for you now! I'll go!"

Feng Rengui stood up, ran wildly. After reaching a safe distance, Feng Rengui pointed to Wang Han's direction and cursed.

"Sun Zai! What are you pretending! You are a lonely man now! I'll tell you! I'll bring someone to fuck you later!"

Wang Han walked out.

Feng Rengui ran down in a hurry, staggering, leaning on the ground with both hands, afraid that Wang Han would catch up, so he ran down with his hands and feet, just like a human-shaped dog, and looked very funny.

Wang Han leaned against the wall and held a cigarette in his mouth.

After preparing to recover, I first went to find Feng Rengui, the master of Jishuitan, to get the Jiuzhou Ding back.

Looking into the distance.

The setting sun is like blood.

The clouds and mist are churning, and the ancient trees in the mountains are shining.

A drizzle of stars floated in the sky.

Under the reflection of the sunset, there is a different kind of beauty.

Wang Han turned his head and saw a hat hanging on the wall of the canteen.

He picked it up and held it on his head, heading towards the distance.

The drizzle fell on my shoulders, and the setting sun pulled Wang Han's figure on the steps for a long twist.

The lotus hat is wearing the setting sun.
Chapter completed!