Chapter 222: Suppression, Control

hat a terrifying presence, even the dance teacher was kept in the dark. 。"Humph!" There was obvious anger in Wu Changkong's cold snort. Tang Wulin only felt a chill run down his spine before he saw... pinning him down, he couldn't even make a dodge. 。So, he was once again stuck. 。Tang Wulin's eyes flashed with cold light, the golden dragon spear pointed forward, straight towards Long Yue's chest....