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

was quite intelligent.He was just too fragile.>Protected too well, experienced too little.A strong wind swept through, and the sturdy pines stood firm, while rotten wood snapped.Jiang Wang ignored th...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！aturally reflected in the blood-red eyes. The strong man gently pulled at the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of sharp white teeth: "It seems that this king has not come late."The Blood King, a f...