Spiritual traveler

Lei Yibing breathed a sigh of relief, opened the inventory, took out a transmission jade charm:,there was an uplifting mental fluctuation in the Blackstone coffin: "naturally, I left this hellhole. Ben Shuai slept in 2000 and bedsores lay out.",Zhang Yuanqing sits at the head of the long conference table, next to his uncle in a burgundy suit, still without a mask.。