"boy! Wait for death! " Fan Jiuhe laughs wildly. He swings his hands at the holes pulled out of the vine wall and keeps playing ice bombs.

I saw the light blue flash, like a firefly, fast shooting into the prison grass. The ice bomb hit the wall, and immediately condensed into a big ice. The temperature in the prison suddenly dropped.

but ye Kong had a way to get out of the cage. When he raised his hand, a yellow paper charm appeared in his hand.

"ha ha, there are four levels of refining gas. I'm going to enter the middle stage, too!" Fan jiushe is still daydreaming, throwing...