Standing on the top of a high-rise building, Yan long held his arms and closed his eyes, facing the central square which was supposed to be the most prosperous now but could only rely on the flashlight and emergency light of the police car to maintain the light.

"it's worthy of being the ninth generation resentment body..." Yan Long raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

"no, it's impossible." Yan Long's brain suddenly appeared the figure of Lu Xiaoyu, suddenly opened his blood red eyes, there was a little emotional fluctuation in the eyes that had nothing, and a white dot appeared in the blood red eyes.

"blood." Yan...