"Wait! You're always like this, so lightly, as if nothing could frighten you, your proud and complacent appearance is disgusting, why are you so calm?!

Drawing his double-edged sword and placing it horizontally in front of the priest's direction, the young man with rusty hair and dirty pale golden pupils (like dark gold) made Wakman feel uncomfortable and unhappy.

"Get out of the way, I'm going back to sleep. ”

"Hey!!Didn't you hear what I said?!Answer me!"

"Get out of the way. ”

The fear of death, indeed......

"Drunken Dream of Eternal Life" Chapter 311 The watchdog from hell is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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