Hearing Lu Ming's words, maoqiu spits the clouds out of his mouth.

the last time the fur ball ate Yuntian, it almost broke its stomach. This time, it didn't happen. The sky is spewed out, but its power seems to be hollowed out. His face was pale. The hairball put on a look of contempt. It seems to despise the sky at all.

now, Yuntian's revenge for Lu Ming is completely reimbursed. Lu Ming a flash came to the front of the sky, a stroke of the pen, the point Cangshan in his hand with the potential of the lightning can't cover his ears directly on the forehead of the...