Yan Chuyu's face grew increasingly pale.
It was extremely bitter.
In her heart, she felt sorry for her ancestors.
Sorry for the ancestors and forefathers.
But what could she do???
"Of course, if you are unwilling, it's no matter; I can personally go to the Yan Family and ask your family to help."
Zhu Jin continued, his voice was filled with murderous intent without any concealment.
Yan Chuyu's beautiful eyes contracted; she heard the threat in Zhu Jin's words. If these people really went to the Yan Family, many of the Yan Family might die.
"Yan Chuyu, what? Even now, you are unwilling to nod and agree? Is a broken Martial Arts Arena so important?"
Yan Yue almost laughed in anger, "Stubbornness is just stubbornness."
Just then.
"Da da da..."
Suddenly.
Zhu Jin, Fairy Xiangxue, and other young evils on the ninth level heard a sound of footsteps walking up the stairs.
Zhu Jin frowned slightly, feeling that the footsteps disturbed him.
Soon.
