In the darkness, the spirit of the Demon Emperor is endless and immeasurable.

Mo Jiu flicked his fingers, "crackled", and the palace lights suddenly brightened.

In the weak light, the phoenix's eyes were mixed with a dangerous, bewitching cold color, which fell on Leng Hongru's face.

"If it weren't for the Demon Father...

Chapter 0161 of "Deadly Sanskrit" Mo Jiuji who protects the calf is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a moment,

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