Walking and talking, we finally walked into Lu Zhengheng’s palace. On a sheet of soft glass, a middle-aged man lay, his face was red, and his face was full of sweat.

Although he is in a coma, his face does not twitch, and he seems to be in great pain.微信投票人工团队网站

“No, no, this is not the scorpion poison, should be the poison of the scorpion king” next to an old man is giving the unconscious Lu Zhengheng pulse, mumbling.

Suddenly heard the noise behind him, turned his head, and saw a group of guards, surrounded by a young man in blue clothes came in.