"You little thief, you are so presumptuous. When you come to my Song's house during the day, my surname Song treats you with courtesy. Unexpectedly, you have evil intentions and steal my treasures when it gets dark. Look at me and kill you. The arrogant kid!" Song Yuanqing took the sword, stepped forward, and wanted to do it again.
The old Dao wearing ragged Dao robes moved silently and stopped in front of Song Yuanqing.
"Come on, try to move, Hei is here waiting for you, if you don't do it, it's not the father and mother." Hei Xiaose almost jumped and cursed, but he was crazy. Taking advantage of the fact that these super masters in the first sect of punishment hall shook the field, it was still uncomfortable.
But seeing that Song Yuanqing's face was red and white, he was trembling with anger, but there was nothing to do with the black color.
Chapter end
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