It must have been too late to retreat, so in a hurry, I directly borrowed the fairy bone and lifted my right arm, blocking the direction where the wind came. With the way I hear the wind now, I can tell that this should be a blunt object. Sure enough, there was a slight pain in his arm, followed by the sound of some kind of wood breaking. Taking advantage of this, I was already squeezing my body in, and another gust of wind rushed over, and this time I saw a...

Chapter 223 of "This Master is Not Too Cold" The Human Slaughterhouse is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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