The attitudes of these strong men surprised me for a while. I don't understand why they suddenly tangled with my master. So I nodded and honestly said, "Yes, it's Wednesday.

All of a sudden, they stopped talking, even with a trace of hesitation on the face of the ancient master. At this time, the cold old man grasped the shoulder of the ancient mad master and murmured, "The ancient mad master, Wednesday 10,000 is a short-term madman, if her disciples die in the hands of the same level of strong people, it can only be regarded as poor academic skills. But if we old guys start, I'm afraid we'll be...