Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,Feng Mo burst into maniacal laughter: “You are the Palace Master of Shui Mu Palace in the Zi Fu Realm Your strength is decent, but unfortunately, you met me,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。