"Hugh is presumptuous."

With an abrupt reprimand, a breeze swept up, and the arrow that left the string swung and was blown out of the clouds.

Such a supernatural power...

The Convergence Realm definitely can't do it.

Then there are only saints.

There is a saint in the world.

A rather sloppy old man, holding a wine gourd, stood in the air and looked at the lake at his feet, searching for some memories, and continued to drink with his head up to kill his sorrows.

Isn't this an alcoholic?

O saints

"Naked Dome" Chapter 767 The prosperity is falling is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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