C1193 Hundred Years of Secret Realm

"Done …" A business message came over, and the small pagoda and the Everlasting Demon Spirit stopped.

This voice was like a heavenly sound that came out of Wang Xiaohu's mouth.

"Let me go, let me go! I'll find other excuses for the deaths of these people …"

"Sword Saint Ling Tian is my biological grandfather, you can't kill me! Otherwise