Zhang Dagen looked at the old lady in front of him screaming, and felt very uncomfortable, that is, his voice had been lowered countless times, but Zhang Dagen still felt that his brain was buzzing.

What kind of immortal art is this old lady practicing?

People either practice or have spells, his number is like a bat, and the whole sonic attack squeaks and squeaks, which can make people roll all over the ground.

But Zhang Dagen is still ......

"I Am Not an Evil Cultivator" Chapter 379 Traces of Dreams are being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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