บท 5979: Poor Man

This statement sounded extremely arrogant.

But it depended on who said it.

Jian Wushuang was qualified to say so.

Looking across the Northern Spacetime, he truly feared no one.

Who would dare threaten him?

"He's also a man with a bitter fate, just a killer from the Blood Demon Temple, let him go!" Dongsheng spoke, his eyes filled with vicissitudes.

The two of them were also killers from the Blood Demon Temple.

But they were also coerced.

Controlled by the Blood Demon Temple.

Later, because of a mission to kill a mysterious woman.

When the two of them were about to act, the blood drops in their bodies were relieved by that woman, and they left the Blood Demon Temple.

That woman was the one they were protecting.

The plain-clothed woman standing beside them, though ordinary-looking, had a pair of colorful eyes containing a subtle and mysterious aura.