" this is the emperor of the snow eagle tribe, the main culprit who killed mo wuya? "
the team of more than a hundred people looked up at the corpse on the black hill that had been cut open.
it had died a terrible death. all its internal organs had been dug out and placed in a huge brass container.
there were three bamboo incense sticks on it, as if they were comforting the spirit in heaven.
bai wushang glanced around and confirmed that there was a barrier.
the raging wind and waves of the storm plain stopped abruptly here, unable to invade at all.
in the air, the scent of candlelight that could calm one's mind lingered in the nose for a long time, brushing away the fatigue brought by the continuous running.
"which film are you from? it's such a coincidence."
" the division ceremony will start today and end tomorrow. if you're late by one or two days, you're destined to run empty. "
