Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

This Holy Mansion, how do you expect us to just give it to you,While attacking, the frenzied mouth let out a monstrous shriek, laughing and crying at the same time, truly like a madman.,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。