"I don't care what kind of person I don't know. I only know that my hand is itchy." Yu Dehai sneers, the light cross sword in his hand seems to feel Yu De's strong sense of war, and suddenly bursts out. A pure holy light penetrates into Yu De's body in the form of liquid state, and a thick light column falls from the sky, enveloping Yu de. you can hear elegant songs, peaceful and noble, as if it is an angel singing.

all the members of the dark temple looked at Yu de with a big mouth. At this time, Yu de became a silver winged angel with two...