Chapter 1213-Tool Man No. 22

Sun WuKong's mask smiled bitterly and shook his head," he was still naive. "in mid-air, a little bit of yellow sand converges into a tall and majestic man, floating quietly in mid-air.the pressure of...tly lit a faint spark, and lit the cigarette in the hands of himself and an Qingyu. "my wife died of illness several years ago, and my son walked out of this fishing village a few years ago."an Qingyu...