C1912 Ode Ode

"Phew..."

"Phew, phew..."

Zhao Tu's hands, which looked like ten thousand years old tree bark, were tightly clenched. His nails dug into his palms, and streams of blood gradually dripped down. At this moment, the killing intent in his heart exploded to the extreme...

In the end, he chose to remain silent for some reason...

He would die for sure even if he killed Fu Tian!

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