My Road to Super Martial Arts

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A supporting role for Mao is better than a systematic protagonist

Come on, come on, I'll check in, hahaha

More than an hour later, Jiang Wen sat at the bottom of a pit full of corpses with a leather bag full of demon crystals, smiling innocently, with crystals showing at the corners of his mouth.

Come on, come on, good writing.