Lotus flower is harsh, the whole body is black, and the skin is cut by the sword wind. More and more bloodshot blood appears, and it is almost to be solved. On the spot, Gong Quenian’s cross arm blocks his knees and bends his knees to do culling. His face is painful, and a glittering tower looms in his other hand.
In the hands of the Golden Pagoda, the offerings skyrocketed in front of him. "Brother Daizhangmen!" As if a drink before death awakened Luo Changfeng, 50 miles away. No, I’m not surprised Luo Changfeng, the God of Yuan, paid close attention to the movement of the camp. When the bloody clothes girl appeared, he assumed […]