Beast Mountain, the wind in the night, rustling, whistling.
A big black bird gallops under this moonlight. Wherever it goes, the beasts are crouching. There is no one in this mountain who dares to move.
All this is naturally not because of this black bird, but by the people on the black bird.
The murder was like wind and travel with him!
Looking at the front, Qin Feng wearing a simple black jacket, his hands in his trouser pockets, his mouth licking the smoke, and the wind swaying the hair in front of his forehead. In his eyes, a valley began to appear. It was also this time. The blackbird underneath began to scream.
The Black bird screams, this is a signal, the final destination, is coming soon!
When the black bird screamed, Qin Feng's murderous bursts!
Zhou Hong... "If Nangong Yiren suffers a little damage, I must have scattered your soul and absolutely ruin your reincarnation!"
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