"Haw, haw..." The little tortoise cheerfully cried twice to Chen Tianming, and the snake head at its tail pointed at the seven black smoke in the distance

suddenly, seven black smoke turns into seven light black silk threads, which are swallowed up by the snake head.

"hiss..." The snake's head also vomited a message to Chen Tianming. All of a sudden, the seven ghosts have been wiped out by the little tortoise, and the industry flame that burned Chen Tianming has been swallowed up.

Qin Shihuang, who had been suspended for a long time, could not help but feel cold, and the two blood lights on his face could not...