C812 Fate It Was too Wonderful to Describe

As the white mist spread out, Xiaoming, who was dusting his body, returned to the messy tree house.

The room number nine was like a place that had just been sprayed by the Dark Red Dragon. The room was filled with a pungent smoke and flickering sparks.

The palm of his hand spat out a ball of cold air, cleaning up the flames in the room.

At the same time