"Mustard, will you let us go?" Erlang said, "the relationship between the world and the fairyland has always been friendly. Don't make the relationship between our two worlds stiff for an unrelated immortal."

"no discussion." Mustard took a look at the black god Erlang, and looked up at the immortal soldiers who were watching. "Stand on it and drink the north wind?"

Erlang's magic weapon is in his hand. The murderous spirit on his face thinks that Erlang is also a proud man, but now he is trapped here by a little immortal, saying that it's strange that others don't laugh off their big teeth.

"demon lock, mirror, eight claw...