"Don't think that you are strong in autumn night, you can do whatever you want. I have been a Han Ling people for tens of thousands of years. On the inside story, on the strength, they are not under the Tonglei people. You'd better converge, otherwise the Tonglei people will decline in your hands." Gao Ming looked down at the cold autumn night. He was so arrogant that he stopped the way. He was forced to hand over the storage ring.

"Leave the store behind, man, get out of here." The autumn night cold opens again, the voice becomes more and more indifferent, murderous crazy gushing out, like a rolling...