Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

leaped into the mist.The morning mist dispersed and gathered again.The old man with white hair paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "What was I just trying to say""Enough," he said, decisive...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！tivator.“I’ve been thinking about something,” Jiang Wang said. “When Ao Kui drove the blood corpses and led me to fight them, I wondered—what would happen if I really destroyed those corpses”Ji Huo Yu...