Xu Xiaobao's naan cake was swallowed by the transparent boy in the corner, and his forehead exploded with blood red countdown——
[Ghosts who are not fed enough and starve to death, the ghost street will be permanently annihilated after 12 hours!
"Hungry... Still want it!" The child licked his lips and stared at him.
From then on, the rogue cultivator embarked on the hard-core path of raising cubs: the wool in the fairy world is bald, and the appetite of the city spirit is full!
The incense tax department smokes fire? The black cat shopkeeper holds the abacus in his mouth and makes false accounts!
He carried a hundred thousand kilograms of dark gold debt monument and blasted the foundation-building monk with one punch.
"Is the fairy world taxing? I sell wontons to feed the entire human world!"
