Ye Wuxie thought of Ye Mohan's man, and suddenly gritted his teeth, like a childish boy.

The cloaked waiter carefully observed Ye Wuxie's expression, and he stopped talking but couldn't fart after a long time.

Ye Wuxie discovered something wrong with this person, frowned, and asked coldly: "Do you have something to say?"

"Master... The Lord of the Temple of the God of War and the Lord of the Night will make a fuss. Master, you are not etiquette..." The cloaked waiter was very thoughtful.

He simply gave his life to persuade his master.

Ye Wuxie's eyes were suddenly fierce, and his tone suddenly became sank:

"roll--"

"OK.

”

The cloaked waiter was so scared that he pissed off the mountain and left the top of the mountain as if he was running away!


Chapter completed!