Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,"What a shameless scoundrel! We painstakingly put in all our effort and time just to break the formation, and you barge right in",The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。