"yuan Jie's martial arts are not weak. The murderer was able to kill him quietly. How high should his martial arts be?"? Is it his enemy? Nan Guo Yi pondered. Wind childe, you think carefully again, last night opposite has not had any slight movement, even if is only a little trifle does not let go. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Nanguo. I really don't know anything." This was the answer to Feng Fu's...