In the wilderness far, far away from the Zhen Yan house, Beck richadson was sitting cross-legged on the ridge of the field. His chest was rising and falling, and there seemed to be Thunder coming out with his breathing.
The tender green seedlings stood quietly in the dark night, their roots soaking in the water.
Ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, and Beckley opened his eyes. He saw a man with a bald forehead and a long braid on the back of his head. He stood in the water as if he was standing on flat ground.
With a smile on his face, he nodded at Beck richadson.
A whip ... He should be the duoerdi that the Army-shattering ruler had mentioned ... A human body occupying the authority of an ancient demon ... The only genius who had developed the method of devouring shed skin ... In a sense, he and demonic priest Wang Chen were equally amazing.
Beck richadson thought to himself as he nodded in response.
