"Damn! Why is Han Songling here?"
And when those sophomore students saw the somewhat sickly-looking youth, their faces couldn't help but sink.
It was a deep fear.
Song Wenjing was originally enveloped by Ye Xuan's aura, his heart turned cold, but when his voice rang out, it was as if the ice and snow had melted, and the corners of his mouth instantly curved up into a sycophantic smile.
He walked over to Han Songling and glared fiercely at Ye Xuan.
Then, putting on a helpless face, he complained:
"Bro Ling, I really wanted to buy it, but he won't sell!"
"I really had no other choice in this matter."
Han Songling was taken aback.
His eyebrows immediately raised, and the furious wind around him erupted violently!
As everyone unconsciously took a step back, full of rage was also evident in Han Songling's voice.
"Where is that scepter?"
"Him!"
Song Wenjing pointed a finger at Ye Xuan, who remained unruffled.
He was overjoyed.
Haha!
