When I opened my eyes again, I was amazed at the same time as strange. A boy of seven or eight years old was riding on a man's body, and he was punching and beating him incessantly. The middle-aged man on the ground was dressed in white, and his body was bound by black mist the thickness of his wrists. The black mist came from a black hole the size of a bowl not far away. At this time, the man on the ground was already a little blurred with flesh and blood...

Chapter 54 The Bedbug is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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