Lord of Ten Thousand

Shentu Meng looked up at the sky, closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and let the rain wash over him. Then he said coldly: "Tonight the wind is strong enough, the rain is heavy enough. I'll take your bone relic tonight, and no one will know it was me.",Just as I was about to rest for a while, an old woman's voice came from outside the room.,From the altar he fell, and his genius, too, was gradually replaced by that of a waste.。