"I'm not! I'm not!"
Zhan Lexian answered quickly, and after saying that, a stream of hold ups came to his heart.
The heart of the sword, the heart of the sword, can't you stand up!
The heart of the sword said that all this was bullshit, but he wanted to argue. The meaning of the sword, the body of the sword, and Da Weitian were dragging their feet. The conditions did not allow him to argue.
Cutting Lexian was speechless. Looking at Wu Xian's emotionally stable body, it was also an overwhelming grief.
Although he and Wu Xian have different opinions, and used to talk about each other, after all, Shanmen's peers, who have known each other for hundreds of years, are here. Anneng took it calmly when he saw his tragic death.
Boom