Three, six, three, seven, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, seven, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, seven, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three.

"Honey, why don't you kill ye in the competition hall?"

on a tall tower in butiancheng, a very charming woman in a long red dress is looking at the man in black with sad eyes.

outside the window not far away, a team of nine people is flying...