With a whoosh, he flew past the machete man, who was standing beside him.
The macheteman jumped in. He rolled his arms and said, "Cute her obediently and give her the antidote. Otherwise."
The black-clothed young master saw that the other party was the macheteman who had fought with him in the peach blossom forest last time. He was so angry that he added fuel to the flame, and his sharp teeth were grinding.
"Damn his aunt, who is my young master? Let me show you how powerful my young master is!" The black-clothed young master immediately sprang to his feet and began to strike with his two hands.
The macheteman turned around and sat on the stool on the dressing table. He said lightly, "What kind of hero do you think you are, just a powerful young master?"
The three masters flew into a
