C1886 Descendant of the Holy Spirit

"Captain, are you trying to kill me?"

Dongfang Xiamo smiled awkwardly at White Tiger Holy Spirit and whispered in Feng Yixiu's ear.

Feng Yixiu shook his head and promised that he would not continue to speak nonsense. Only then did Dongfang Xiamo dare to let go.

"Right now, the Ivory Wraith Altar is in the middle of a great battle