In the smoke of gunpowder, a black-robed young man under a cloak slowly walked out of the haze.

A cold face, red lips, and beautiful eyebrows......

The corner of Mo Fanyan's mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled bloodthirsty, with the coldness of the polar ice, "Since you want to kill me, you must be ready to follow...

Chapter 751 of "The First Proud Poisonous Concubine": A large bottle of elixir is being hit in your hand, please wait a while,

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