Chapter 112: The Musician

threw it onto the dry corpse.Like a body dried by the wind for decades, once ignited by fire, it burned into ashes within ten breaths."I need to figure out how to make some money," Wang Xuan muttered...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！y a radiant Buddha's light, with rays of brilliance emanating outwards. There was an inexplicable pull, constantly drawing the bloodthirsty swarms of demon bats into the nine-tiered golden pagoda from...