In a fantasy world, who doesn’t know how to kill?

But killing requires killing to achieve maximum value, which is called art.

"Who are you?"

Guan Ju stood in front of everyone, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Although the boy in black didn't have any spiritual power fluctuations on his body, every step he took made the eighth-grade God Emperor feel inexplicable fear.

The clothes are fluttering and the temperament is outstanding.

"Yan'er, I'm here."

Ling Xiao held a bamboo umbrella and stood in front of everyone. His eyes seemed to contain self-blame, and he looked at Su Yandao quietly.

"Sir... why did you come... why did you come!!"

At this moment, Su Yan could no longer suppress the grief in her heart and burst into tears.

The sky and the earth are sad together, and the rain falls thousands of miles away.

Only the one dressed in black is carefree and carefree, never falling in love or lost in the world.
Chapter completed!