C1012 A memory that is hard to look back on

The wind had risen.

Sand flew and stones flew. Scratch was sorrow, but blow was desolation.

Wang Shuo stood in the wind, his Dao Yuan circulating. Compared to them, he recovered much faster!

"Next strike, I will chop off your head. Even if this method of death is not good, it will not be good."

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame something, blame it on you for being too dangerous