"I mean, let's play a game, shall we?" Mo Fanyan raised an indifferent smile on the corner of his lips, turned his head to Anne behind him and said, "Give him a sword." ”

"Huh?"

Before the big man could react, he already had an extra silver sword in his hand.

In this life, he has not held a sword, but never...

"The First Proud Poisonous Concubine" Chapter 975: Just to grab something (1) is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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