Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

his hand, cackling, "Go go."The White Bone Envoy hurried a few steps to catch up with Miaoyu, and said in an intimate tone: "Are you still asking about Ye Lingxiao's bones being rusty Ye Lingxiao is m...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！key-faced creature evenly. But after activating his sword formation, his killing power was comparable to that of an Inner Palace Realm cultivator.With a flick of the finger, he strikes the monkey's fa...