Chapter 1489 (1/2)

Those who know Jiang Shang and know what style he is usually dare not speak. Of course, no one wants to go back.

”By the way, you guys are all here. Their old guys have run away. This is not an obvious pit, you? I knew we would be here

There were voices of discontent in the huddled crowd. But he was immediately covered.

Jiang Shang squints and looks at those people who are ready to move. He is really impatient.

He's getting more and more irritable recently.

Fu Qisen glanced at him and looked at the man who wanted to die together. His eyes were almost indifferent.

”All of you, is that all that's left? Or is it a refuge? Well

Fu Qisen's cold eyes swept everyone, and he snorted. Stride forward.

The air seemed to be quiet at this moment, and the people around him looked at him nervously, even afraid to look at him.

Now in front of this, in their eyes, but the God of plague No, it's more terrible than pestilence. The God of pestilence is Jiang Shang, the leader of the poison gang. And President Jun, it may be Shura.

Fu Qisen walked over, hardly touching. He didn't even take anything in his hand, just walked towards them. These people will not consciously back.

Especially looking at Fu Qisen's face, one by one seems to have been greatly frightened. Standing in front of the people back, but also some can not help sweating.

And the closer Fu Qisen gets, the more these people can't go back. Then shrink back to the space more and more small.

”So you're supposed to be garrisoned here?”

All of a sudden, he glanced at the group, with a smile on his face.

Just look in the eyes of others, but it is endless cold. It's like Fu Qisen is not only a person, but also a cold iron cabinet. Now he's standing here, cold to them.

But that pair of black if deep valley's eye son, actually lets the human completely dare not look directly.