C371 Tropic to tiger mountain riding

In the darkness of this palace, endless blood-red ghosts appeared.

The target of these ghostly shadows was the fox in the palace, and there were hundreds of foxes in the palace.

Wang Zhen stood in a corner of the palace and closed his eyes. Sensing that his subordinates were having more and more blood fiends, Wang Zhen revealed an excited look: "Feng Daoren