C2353 Poetry

Ping Ping Pang Pang.

The seventeen Divine Beast Clan s surrounded and killed one of them like a raging fire.

"Hehehe …"

A Young cultivator of the Beast Race laughed and shouted: "Lowly Human Child, compromise! Your posture is not bad, if you still have a bit of beauty, we can let you have a good time!"

"beast!"

black masked woman scolded and continued to fight