Chapter 118 Chapter 118

Ruochen's face was showing a look of doubt, and suddenly he felt a breath of danger.not good!just then, Feng Zhi Lin suddenly raised his head and spit out three silver needles in succession."whew!" Wh... practice successfully."from now on, I ask and you answer." Han Ji Dao.wisps of black true spirit entered the center of the flower's eyebrow, and gradually, the eyes became confused and dull, nodding...