Chapter 17

himself, his breath leaking from the air: "The 9th Style of the Thirty-Six Styles of Freedom, Raining Freedom!"Splash!Sunny skies turned into heavy rain, a torrential downpour that relentlessly crashe...Chapter 17

Now that we've talked about this. suffer the chaos. When you decided to kill me, you were very decisive. In killing them, you should be even more decisive."Yún Líng'er was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on a stern face: "I ju...