Silence, deathly silence.

Jun Wujie's purple-golden eyes instantly became cold, oozing a trace of anger.

The whole room could only hear the crunching sound of Jun Wuji's fists, and his face was so black that he could almost grind ink.

His anger poured...

"The Waste Material Concubine is a Little Fierce" 250. Immediately follow this king to the Holy Fire Sect! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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