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

d. His bones were large and thick-set, looking incredibly strong.“This…” Looking at this old man’s almost-gluttonous gaze fixed on the Chang Si, Jiang Wang couldn't help but grip his sword hilt tighte...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！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！