Chapter: 1967

Without Zhao Weiwu in charge, how could they compete with the martial arts master?

"Shut up!"

Zhao Weiwu roared angrily: "Don't think that I don't know, what are you people planning to do, are you using me as a weapon? How can it be so easy?"

If he died in an upright battle, he would naturally not be afraid.

But it would be unjust if someone took advantage of him and died in an unknown manner.

"General Zhao! I am your subordinate! Are you going to die without saving me?!" Cao Yiming was a little anxious.

"Yiming, I can't save you today, but I can guarantee that as long as this kid dares to kill you, I will definitely avenge you!" Zhao Weiwu said solemnly.

There are few people to lead today, and it is obviously not rational to insist on the martial arts master.

"ah?"

Cao Yiming was dumbfounded.


Why do these words sound so familiar?

"It seems that no one can save you today, just go to hell with me."

Lu Chen suddenly grabbed Cao Yiming's legs and forcibly dragged his body all the way to the gate.

Wherever it passes, no one dares to stop it.

Even if General Zhao can't suppress him, who dares to step forward and die?

"Save me! Someone save me!"

Cao Yiming was startled, panicked, and scared.

Yelling frantically, begging for help, his face was full of fear.

He knew in his heart that once he was dragged away by Lu Chen, he would definitely die!

Just when Cao Yiming was almost desperate, a clear and ethereal female voice suddenly sounded at the door.

"The Red Tasseled God of War has arrived!"

"The Red Tasseled God of War has arrived!"

When the crisp female voice sounded, the whole scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at the door in unison, all staring intently.

Soon, under the spotlight.

A woman wearing a red outfit and holding a green sword walked in leisurely.

The woman has short silver hair and has an appearance that is all over the country.

The beauty is breathtaking!

There was a sense of heroism in every gesture of his hands and feet, and the whole person looked heroic and majestic.

Especially those eyes, aloof, cold and arrogant. JrNovels.com