"Waste!" A crisp voice sounded from the most enemy and the most battled Feng Yangji, and there were a lot of glass slags on the ground. There was also some liquor that ran down the cracks in the ground. This sound came from the main city of Black Dragon City, that is, the lair of the Black Dragon King. The head of the Gang Fang did not study the ghost arts of the post and the leader of the Dragon Wing Legion lowered his head and looked at the pile of glass slag on the ground with an expressionless face. He didn't seem to be moved by the Black Dragon King's actions, but those who knew him knew that this old guy was already happy at this time...

"Warcraft Apostle" Chapter 356: Target, Dragon Wing is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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