He prayed to Hongori again and again, and even did not hesitate to put down his dignity as a strong man and kneel down to beg the other party.

It's because Liao Jiming doesn't want the entire Liao family of nearly 1,000 people to open up a bloody road for him!!

Liao Jiming closed his eyes in pain, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.

The knuckles of the hand in which the red weaver holds the knife are whitish.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Liao Jiming's back.

"Does it have to be like this?"

Liao Jiming stepped on the patchwork Ascension Terrace, his steps paused slightly, turned his head to look at Hongweaving and said through gritted teeth.

"Spirit Ruins, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman" Chapter 1189 Raise the power of the clan, and the blood forged soars to the road! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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