On the top floor of the stargazing tower, the supervisor had left the eight trigrams stage and was staring at the carving knife in Xu Qi 'an's hand with a sharp gaze.
Did you also choose him ... At this moment, the "God" who had guarded the capital for 500 years and was in the hearts of the people of Da Feng muttered to himself.
"Hahaha ..."
Emperor Yuan jing raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. With his hands behind his back, he stood in the skyscraper of Da Feng and listened to the cheers of his people. This was the victory of Da Feng, and also his victory.
This time, the Buddha's Gate was under his feet.
Emperor Yuan jing sighed and said, ""How many years has it been since such an outstanding young man has appeared in the capital?"
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The framed man let out a shrill scream and stomped his feet in excitement. I won, huaiqing! The dog slave won! He's mine! He's mine!
