The mystery of wind, bloody as hell

"You old thing, you are useless when you are needed. Do you know that your gloating face is ugly?" Matsu Floris felt speechless and angry. This old guy Niu Shangtian was such a piece of shit. Was this the nature of their clan? Well? Deep in the sea of consciousness, inside the colorful chaotic cage, Niu Shangtian was nearly suffocated to death. He felt embarrassed and ignored this little bastard. He really didn't know how to appreciate a good person. He might as well let that little Qingyun Diao...