"There's the black race ahead. You can't escape." Zhixin keeps his eyes closed all the time. Hearing the words of black Yanshu, he opens his eyes and looks at him. Then he lies at the window and looks at what he said about the black people.

sighs knowingly, it's no wonder that this black Yanshu has the confidence to say that he's not afraid of Xuanyuan Han. The road to the black clan is a natural danger. There is a narrow and curved road on the cliff with ignorance. On the right side is the cliff, on the left side is the deep valley. The path can barely walk a...