Chapter 117 Birthday celebrations involve eating eggs

redibly pure.Before him lay a withered old monk with a yellow face, his eyes closed tightly, motionless.Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!After a while.“Sob sob sob, crying what!...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！nt, Jiang Wang was silent.He gripped the ink-black hilt, drawing a blade of frost.The frost light danced under the moonlight, not fierce nor powerful. All its killing power and sword energy were conde...