Everyone was talking and pointing.

"Sir, are you really Mr. Yang?!"

Jing Sirui looked at Yang Luo blankly and asked.

Li Qiaolan also looked at Yang Luo, her eyes full of curiosity.

They felt that the young man in front of them was not only tall and handsome, but also had an outstanding temperament. This was the image that a great hero in their minds should have.

Yang Luo blinked and said with a smile: "If it's true, I am Yang Luo."

"Asshole!"

The man in black shirt and mask suddenly became furious, "Boy, who gave you the courage to impersonate me, Yang Luo!"

I, Yang Luo, am an invincible existence among the immortals, how can you pretend to be me?"

Yang Luo narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Brother, the show has been played."

"How presumptuous! Who gave you the courage to pretend to be my elder brother?"

"Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to my elder brother to apologize and beg for forgiveness!"

Several of the followers shouted loudly.

The man in the black shirt and mask put his hands behind his back, held his head high, and said, "I, Yang Luo, am in a good mood today. As long as you kneel down and kowtow to me right now to apologize, I can spare your life!"
Chapter completed!