In the blood pool of the Misty Peak

In the middle of the tumbling disgusting red, the man in white was nailed there, his hands, feet, and head were firmly locked in a half-kneeling and humiliating posture. I wanted to move for half a minute but couldn't, the more I struggled, the tighter the chain bundle, and the already disgusting bloody gas, I was afraid that if I tightened my neck for half a minute, I would suffocate to death. It's just that in this man in white, I can't see half of compromise and fear.

"My good brother, this pool of blood tastes good," the black-clad masked man condescendingly looked at the hateful face with a dead ash and bruised muscles. My good brother, you ......

Chapter 105 of "Demon Master, Don't Provoke Me" Red Silk Hanging High Is It Hit by Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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