Chapter 1192

who feeds you!""Come on, let go."This Tibetan Mastiff they often feed, so she doesn't think it's a big deal.Zhao Ping'an had already helped Tian Luo untie it and pulled her hand, walking out the door...Chapter 1192

Zhao Ping'an spoke slowly, his face turning pale after finishing his words. He seemed as calm and still as a corpse, an eerie peace settling over him, unspeakable sorrow etched on his features.

He began to slowly rotate his body, looking at each face, trying to memorize them all.

None of these people are allowed to run!

Qian Rong also often heard this, her body softened instantly, and despair filled her eyes.

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等不得！

"You insignificant vermin, face the whip!"

As he spoke, he whipped out his divine whip and lashed straight at Zhao Ping'an, his body also charging forward with incredible speed.

Thousands of monks saw this scene.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It was almost simultaneous.

Suddenly!

Zhao Ping'an’s spiritual energy surged outward, condensing into a blade. Just as he raised his hand, a white light flashed across Zhou Sihai’s brow.

Just watch.towards another guest room.The female cultivator at the head was very young, appearing to be only around thirty years old. Her face was cold and her eyes held a haughty gaze. She paid no attention to...