Here to Perform?

With that, the Sword God didn't say anything else and left with the ancient sword on his back. Since Mr. Qingyi was injured, not only would he not be able to help if he went, but he would also become a burden.

On the second floor of the villa, Feng Qing's ears twitched. Although Huang Yu had given her anesthesia, she could still hear the Sword God's loud voice. Jiuhan was in danger…

Outside the villa, the boss of the hacker alliance, Night God, who was dressed in black, was staring at the second floor of the villa, as if his gaze could penetrate the wall.

Under a black mask without facial features, Xu Mingqian's face was filled with guilt and regret. The scene of Xie Jiuhan falling heavily to the ground to protect the artificial retina in the Health Center had deeply shocked him.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry. I can't compare to Xie Jiuhan…" Xu Mingqian blamed himself.