Zhao Ping'an Qi works
Chapter 935
the black umbrella.This is the present moment.Liu Hongji curled up in a ball, his skin resembling that of something cooked in hot oil, a horrifying sight. The white steam emanating from his body was...uds, flashes of lightning lit up the sky but never struck. It seemed to mock any questions asked, to scorn any answers given."Run away quickly!"Yu Li was struck and his face turned pale. He pushed Zh...