Thirty-ninth range works
Chapter 1213-Tool Man No. 22
blood flow, but creepy wriggling.in an instant, jagged black fangs protruded from both sides of the wound, turning them directly into a giant mouth and snapping into the sunny glow of the rain palace...tside the border defense company, a fat man in a crimson cloak was coming this way with more than a hundred limping, exhausted recruits. At the end of the line, Shen Qingzhu quietly stood at the end w...