It was night, the Blackwater Tribe, in Village No. 1, and the atmosphere was a little solemn. The patriarch of the black water looked at Jing Mu, who was lying on the ground, no longer breathing, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. This time, he asked Jing Mu to take people to find trouble with the Aoki tribe, and he thought that there would be good news to bring back, but he didn't expect Jing Mu to let people kill him?" An old man next to him touched his beard and said: &ldquo...

Chapter 246 They don't fight, we fight It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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