Hearing the words of the Northern Immortal, Jun Wuji's face darkened a little again, and he could almost catch up with the blackness at the bottom of the pot.

He had heard Ling Han say that the kid was tinkering with red cloth in the room, and he didn't know what he was doing.

If he guessed correctly, the North Hell's Death...

"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 265.I was tired last night...... I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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