Facing the gods and demons in the sky, Wang Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I have to admit that you have some strength, but compared with my magic weapon, you are just a bunch of rubbish!"
After finishing speaking, Wang Yu had a thought in his mind, and several figures instantly appeared around him. Brother Kun: Come, let me try the freshly baked egg tarts for you. Tang Sanyan: I have a business to discuss in Xitian. Are you interested? Fourth Brother: Then, what, I need a few sparring partners for my hip-hop dance, who of you will come?
Figures kept appearing behind Wang Yu, and the corners of Wang Yu's mouth raised: What are you going to fight with me for?
