"Chen Jiu, you just ask for more blessings. Don't blame me me for bringing people to calculate you. Who made you do that to me last time?" Grief stared at a red mist, the original saint is clear and full of intentions, but did not break him down.

Gold is fading away and moving forward with great care, not to mention that he is so indiscreet, in fact, he is also very afraid of Chen Jiu's strength!

"This son can kill even the day of laughter, must not be weaker than himself, but if they attack first, it is not without opportunity, as long as they can get the favor...