Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

"The right protector grinned, extending his right hand. A black mist enveloped his hand.Just then, Chen Ping's figure instantly rushed into the villa. Seeing these two guys sitting in the living room,...you to release me sooner. If I don't go back, no one can open the dungeon, and your mother will only starve. If she dies of hunger, it has nothing to do with me!"Chen Ping was stunned, his body trembl...