Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

palm.That tiny spark of true fire was still burning, and he seemed oblivious to it!“Give it up,” he said. “I concede for him.”Jiang Wang retracted his fingers, simultaneously turning back to grab with...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ from the National Art Institute also practiced this technique, so we can be certain of this.""So, what do you know about this person"“At the time, I was very strange. That person seemed to hate my yo...