C472 Chang shan duo xiong
A crack appeared on the simple fence.
Finally, someone who looked like a leader shouted at the door: "Which one is General Ma?"
"Th-that guy in black!" All the small fry beside him began to give him pointers.
Dressed in black?
I lowered my head to look at myself. The armor that Huangfu Song had gifted me was currently giving off a dense cyan color, which could barely be considered pitch-black
