"Bang!" With a sound, he looked depressed and the dying black-backed pot was mercilessly thrown on the ground by Chen Jiu. His pot, which he had carried for a lifetime, finally disappeared.

"Yes, yes, it looks much better. What do you say?" Chen Jiu was very satisfied with his masterpiece, but showed it off.

"It looks much better!" Seemingly frightened and dumb, Fang Tianming was the first to respond.

"Young Master, you..." Black-backed pot pants. Breath, it is breathless spitting black blood, thoroughly abandoned, although the back pot for a lifetime, but the innate pot, but it can reconcile the magic of light and darkness, is also the unique strong...