147, three-grade old ape
At this moment, the hearts of everyone in the audience almost rose to their throats.
The thousands of monks who were sitting cross-legged on the ground in the rear and were still full of confidence and full of anticipation to infuse the qi machine into the large array were stunned, their eyes were full of panic, and they almost blurted out and shouted no.
And the earth fire that saw that Emperor Zhenwu's cheeks were red and swollen, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, also widened his eyes suddenly, and his heart was secretly looking forward to Zhang Zhenshan's stick
"I Have a Crematorium" 147, the three-grade old ape is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,
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