Sword pointed at cleansing wind city (1)

After hearing Tang Zhen's words, the big-mustached man was stunned for a moment. Then, a feeling as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden was born.

Originally, he was still struggling in his heart. After he joined the monster Camp, did he have to raise his knife against his own race?

Now, the big-bearded man knew that the truth was not as serious as he had thought. It could be said that he had been in a dilemma for nothing.

He had joined the Lou Cheng cultivators 'camp and not the monster Camp, so those concerns did not exist.

In fact, he could only blame himself. Tang Zhen did not say that he wanted to join the monster Camp. He was just making a wild guess.

The big-bearded man not only blushed with shame, but he also guessed that Tang Zhen was doing this on purpose. He wanted to see the big-bearded man's embarrassed appearance.

Although it was a little embarrassing, he didn't dare to be angry. Instead, he was very happy.