Ling'er nodded and looked at Lin Chen's trembling eyes and said, "Brother, is it?"
Lin Chen smiled faintly and said, "He'll say it later."
Lin Chen said, looking up at the pale, snow-covered Martial Emperor, "Old dog, what should I do now?"
The Martial Emperor was initially uneasy, but now hearing Lin Chen call him this. In front of so many people, his anger overshadowed his reason, and he roared, "Lin Chen, don't go too far."
Ling'er heard these words, squinted, and stared at the Martial Emperor. The Martial Emperor suddenly felt like a mouse caught by a cat, almost scared out of his wits.
The Martial Emperor spat out, reluctantly regaining his composure, and said, "In the past, my predecessors, we were in the Martial Emperor.
Upon hearing this, the Martial Emperor was stunned by the look on his face. Zhao Tian Class God's face was ugly and panicked. Does Lin Chen want to kill him? Lin Chen, what do you mean?
