the first-floor floor. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, his face contorted in agony, dead beyond recognition.At once, the dozens of Wang Shuo's men who had been present, seeing this, were so fri...d our territory and stolen our resources, making you our enemies.”The pottery vase roared in anger!"The people of the Ancient Refinement Clan" Gao Qilan frowned slightly. "I've heard of your Ancient R...
Chapter 558: Do you think I'll be alright?