This makes Zhou Yi even more curious that the limit of this work is so profound and subtle that it should not be mediocre.
A 30% increase seems like a lot, but it’s far less cost-effective to spend that long than to practice a subject by flying skill.
"Shout …"
Some fallen leaves were picked up by the breeze, but the figure has disappeared.
Drunk and drunk, Liu Laosan said goodbye to the dock. The man staggered and pushed the door. He just entered the room and his body was cold
Years of fighting have made him feel a special sense of murder, just like now his whole body is tense and his hair is exploding.
"who?"
Turning around, he looked cautiously at the dark figure in the room, slightly drunk.
"Who is the pavilion?"
"Do you have the book of the Thousand Spirits?" Zhou yi is holding the tone.
"Take it out"
"Hum" Liu Laosan eyes slightly narrowed light grunted.
"You let me take it?"
"Well …"
Zhou Yi touched the desire to shine and wanted to think about it. With a wave of his hand, he encouraged to lift the curtains behind him.
At the same time
"You go and have a look"
"What?"
Liu Laosan looked puzzled.
His residence is next to the Meng family mansion. Lord Meng Tang is a first-class master who has become a true spirit, which is why he is not afraid of people.
If you shout, someone will come at once.
Carefully move to the window and enter the scene. Ordinary people want to scream with their eyes wide open.
Kill!
I don’t know when more than a dozen men in black appeared in the Meng family mansion, beating drums, cheering and firecrackers to cover up the crazy killing.
Figure lay in a pool of blood, including many of his acquaintance.
"How about it?"
Zhouyikou
"Can you take it out?"