The commander and the others were shocked and frightened, and quickly pulled out their long knives, back to back, and looked around with a vigilant expression.

They don't care if the owner of this voice is a little milk ghost? Or a little milk baby? Or maybe it's someone who is pretending to be a ghost?

All they know is that they don't want to die!

Luo Ranran grinned: [Tsk, let's be honest, you are just the outcast of the great general, and before you took over the mission, you were marked with death. 】

Commander of the Thousand and others: (*゚ロ゚)!!

No way! It's absolutely impossible!!

"Reading minds and eating big melons, the cannon fodder is collectively crazy! Chapter 227: You Are the Prince of the Apocalypse? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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