In the Wuhun Continent, the strong are respected, the weak are eaten by the strong, and there are as many masters as there are. The death row prisoner Qin Fan was reborn, awakened the invincible violent system, beheaded the Holy Son, killed the genius, and reached the pinnacle of martial arts with his invincible appearance! Shi Zijia: I have the Wuhun Heavenly Sword. With one sword in my hand, I have it in the world. Prince B: The Golden Flame Sacred Tiger is the martial spirit inherited from my royal family. The tiger roars in the world, and no one dares to disobey it. Saint Son C: My martial spirit is the holy martial spirit of my holy sect, the Dragon of Eclipse. Tianjiao Ding: Poor mortals, I, the Saint Zerg, are born with two martial spirits. You are equal to me, just like an ant. Qin Fan looked at the pretentious people and felt sleepy: Martial spirit? Give me ten first!
Reader comments
Frosting in winter, maltose in autumn, lotus seed soup in summer, and mung bean cake in spring are all sweeter than your smile.
This book is beautiful. The first heroine is so fierce.
Frosting in winter, maltose in autumn, lotus seed soup in summer, and mung bean cake in spring are all sweeter than your smile.
This book is beautiful. The first heroine is so fierce.