Rainy nights are coming.

Dense black clouds obscured the sky.

Drops of rain slowly fell from the sky like teardrops.

In this cold night, many people hid in their houses and curled up in anticipation of the dawn.

Only Lao Tian, who was busy moving, looked up at the sky, wiped the mixture of rain and sweat on his gray hair, and shouted to the dozen or so martial slaves who were busy packing up around him: "Some heavier items are gone!" ”

"This

Chapter 62 of "The First Necromancer of the Worlds, the Corpse Guard Class Flower at the Beginning" is the most fatal. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!