C534 Perceptual

Unorderan's fingers, which were as thick as a radish, could not help but tremble as he turned the pages of the book. It was as if he was walking on clouds, as if he was in a dream.

This was the f * cking leather of Ying Loong of the Dark World!

His current mood is the same as when an expert suddenly tells you that the teapot in your house is actually an incomparably precious Tang Sanlang