The old black heart of the whitebait was not good, and it was entangled by a sea anemone and swallowed into its belly. Soon, I felt a bright and dazzling place.

I only heard the shouting of the octopus dealer, and I regretted it even more: "Hey, why didn't I think of it, Lao Hei? I have just been devoured, and I haven't occupied the body of Aoi, how can I manipulate the tentacles? Hmmm! Why is the world spinning? No, why are there so many figures?'

Steady your eyes and look at it, 'Wow, old black, how many eyes do I have? Isn't it? Is it a tentacle and an eye? Let me count, huh? How can there be sixty ghosts......?

"The Legend of the Black Dog Cultivating Immortals" Chapter 178 Lucky Wumao is really not blowing is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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