Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ly a strand of hair at his temples falling lightly down, adhering to the increasingly angular sides of his face.The longsword dripped blood, and five fingers, only half left, fell abruptly.The slender...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！ It's more like a fishing net, catching big fish but letting small fish go. Even if he deliberately strengthens the blockade now, it wouldn't be difficult to send a divine incarnation monk in... As fo...