"Ninth Master, you said that this willow tree was split by my grandfather's thunder, but why did he lead the thunder to split the willow tree?"

Looking at the half of the willow trees scorched by the thunder, I couldn't help but think of the other side of the human face tree, indeed that thing is too terrifying.

Chen Jiuye didn't answer my words, but asked me a question with great interest and said:

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"Yin Shang Notes: I Only Collect the Fiercest Things" Chapter 195 Painting the Ground as a Prison is hitting with your hand, please wait a while,

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