in the dark night, there is no sound of wind. Some are just sparks rushing to the sky.

above the qianyumen square, a corpse mountain is piled up in the front square. The fire is rising above the square. With a burnt smell, it spreads for tens of miles.

"one thousand two hundred and seventeen."

"one thousand two hundred and seventeen."

"one thousand two hundred and seventeen."

Lu Chen murmured three times, deeply buried the hatred in his heart, watching the fire around the sky, and a drop of hate tears slipped down the corner of his eyes.

turn over his hand and look at the strange feather that the...