Guidao smiled coldly, and looked at ziluo and yetian who were raving.

"this is Japan, not China. You will never come back to my home."

with a wave of the right hand, a red light flashed by.

the rustling sound suddenly sounded. It's like a storm.

the disciples of Shintoism step in ten rows and slowly shrink into a circle from East, West, North and south. Everyone has a white silk scarf on his head and a unified Lancet. The two hundred people have a white thread in their right hand. Everyone has a Sharp Machete in his hand. The expression on their faces was indifferent and full of murders....