the wind dispersed the fog, and the three old men came out slowly in the dust. Mo Ran's eyes are fixed on the direction of the three figures. Their eyes are also ruddy.

"boy ~"

"Yi Lao ~" the first one appeared was Yi Qiankun, a tall, thin, pointed chin, a pair of eyes full of wisdom flashing light that seemed to penetrate everything.

"ha ha ~ boy, thanks to you this time."

next came phage Jue. Compared with Yi Qiankun, the old man with a slightly bigger body was covered by a thick blood gas. Even if he found a new body for them, the blood gas was still...