The first young mast

Ye Qingcheng didn't care. He glanced at them roughly and paid no attention to them.,in the twinkling of an eye, the spirit of the sword surged out, and the messenger of the night god rushed in front of him without even responding, and fell to the ground in the twinkling of an eye.,"if you want to blame, blame the men around you for being useless and unable to protect you."。