"Hey hey, nothing, just look at the depth of Guanyu. Next, you all rest and let me have a good time with him." Ren Qianmu's eyes flashed a trace of murder, cold eyes appeared a kind of inexplicable red light, looking at the green turnips and pouting their mouths, this disseminator of cults, are all crazy.

"When I go back this time, I will persuade my Master to get rid of this son. I thought that the old road of wild crane was the end of the road. At most, I will calm down the luck of Baiyun Guanzheng Tao for several decades. At last, it will not be a...