Chapter 713 the power of gathering blood

Cangxi Confucian moon 3.2k words

In the seventh floor of the hall, the thick sandalwood smoke also gradually spread with the sound of Ouyang Chi's flute. At last, you can clearly see the shape of the ice giant in the long night.

as like as two peas, he was not afraid to see the...

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