Chapter 1693

• "Uh...crack...er..."
• The neck was strangled by a hand made of fine iron, Yan Qingwu could only spit out these ambiguous words from her throat. Her scarlet eyes had long been raised, and she was extremely painful. His hands firmly grasped Ye Wuque's hand, thinking To resist.
• It's a pity that Ye Wuque had already imprisoned her, and the sacred fighting spirit sealed off all the power in Yan Qingwu's body, making her unable to explode.