C561 Yin wushuang's death!

"Oh? "There's actually such a good item?" After Du Xiaolei finished listening to my explanation, he carefully looked at the two bottles of medicinal powder in his hands.

This kind of thing is not mass-produced, so it's very precious. As an example, out of the thirty-seven thousand people guarding the spatial passageway, only less than five hundred have this kind of powder