Fear of death? If I were afraid of death, how could I have just fired the God of fire? Chen Jiu was so proud that he grasped the sparrow's beautiful mountain with both hands and laughed, "Gee, this fresh God body feels really different when it touches it!"

"What? You... You're dead, let go, my father will kill you!" The sparrows woke up with their complaints about Chen Jiu.

Struggle slightly, but the intensity is not very strong, Chen Jiu will not let go naturally, it is big. Full of the hand, and his invasion. Occupied, the sparrow's pure body, not only did not lose feeling, but more sensitive. Feel...