Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

ceased, and he took out a transparent glass vial from his bosom.That bottle was delicate and smooth, very beautiful.There are three black beetles in the bottle, flying crisscross.About half a finger...We're all colleagues — what brings you lot over here"Before Jiang Wang could even put pen to paper, Gan Chang'an and Ji Zhao nan had already crowded over. Three heads lined up beside each other, peeri...