A bolt of thunder split open the mud of the lotus pond and exploded the blood-stained Shen Jiajun token;
At the same moment, the cold-faced God of War Shen Zhao, who had fallen off the cliff at Hantan Pass, opened his eyes in the body of his male favorite Su Yan.
She touched the poisonous needle under her pillow, and he shouldered the eighty-pound sword——
"My needle can sew clothes, and it can also sew people's mouths!"
"General... This broken saber is crushing the salted fish to death!"
