C1795 Crossbows Descended from the Sky

People die for money, birds die for food...

Whatever morality was said was false. With actual benefits in front of them, who could remain calm?

They looked at each other and all kinds of feelings became deeper and deeper!

"Sam Moreels! Today is the day you die!"

"I, the Son of God, will regain my face!"

The god race's Gold Venerable Temple's Divine Son, Situ Jian