Zhang Xiaoman

On the peak of Mount Tai, a bolt of lightning ripped through the void, shattering the altar used for sacrificial offerings. A white day thunderclap, coupled with the destruction of ancient ruins, sparked heated debate among the people.,But this life, Luo Chen couldn't help but sneer again. We can play slowly.,Luo Chen put down his phone and happened to see an old man and a young person sitting beside him.。