Hearing that the other party was so rude, Tao Xiaotian wanted to punch the other party in the mouth.

But for some reason, but his thinking was not controlled by himself. He frowned slightly and responded: "That's right, I am Tao Xiaotian, who are you?"

Tao Xiaotian felt that he was being led away and shook his head vigorously to wake him up.

The voice on the other end of the phone still had no human feelings: "Tell me, who killed my disciple Ji Daqian?"

The tone was like the cold wind blowing slowly on the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, with a chilling and chilling feeling.

Tao Tongdao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but tremble for a moment, and instinctively took a step back to avoid the uncomfortable aura.

Ji Daqian?

Master Ji?

Tao Xiaotian instantly shuddered: "Old Ming, have you come out of seclusion?"

"Yes, who killed, Ji, Da, Qian?"
Chapter completed!