Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

This Holy Mansion, how do you expect us to just give it to you,"What a shameless scoundrel! We painstakingly put in all our effort and time just to break the formation, and you barge right in",From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。