the brilliant sunlight, in the cruel black light, has lost its color.

the monks who came from the surrounding area witnessed the Yellow scriptures covered with blood in the city of Nantou, and their eyes were full of pity. Is it up to me to decide life and death?

reading the words shouted by Lu Chen in a low voice, hundreds of thousands of people's hearts trembled with the rhythm of the voice.

"Damn it, it's overbearing. It's an expert in the late stage of the combination. It doesn't even have the right to control his own life and death." Some friar clenched his fist and looked at the flying...