The man didn't wait for the three little game to answer, and a breath of qi overflowed from his body, like a boulder pressing down, crushing all the three little rats to the ground.

"Uncle, I have a good heart, when I came to this Qingshui Temple, I let you live, but you three little thieves are not dead, and you dare to come to my uncle, my bad luck, I really want to die, I will give you a ride. The man reached for the broken sword at his waist.

The three rats were prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably driven by fear, but they couldn't make any sound, and now they could only be killed.

Just as the man's palm was about to touch the broken sword at his waist, one palm pressed the man's ......

"Journey to the World" Volume 1: Reading is not Confucian Sour Chapter 143 Hey, I'm your brother I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!