lt;Mister Venerableg

Two blood lights shot up from the ancestral land of Luoguandao...,"This thing is a hot potato now!" Miaokong touched the beads in his arms and thought to himself.,The boy was probably around fourteen or fifteen years old. He was handsome and well-proportioned, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes. At first glance, one could tell he came from a wealthy family.。