"The fourth attribute blood succession limit!"

Zhao Meiming widened her eyes, and her face looked a little pale under the light of Lan Dun Chakra, and she presented her surprised expression to the audience in the live broadcast room with an incredible method.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The thunder and lightning that looked like tentacles lingered towards Shizumimei. Just as the binding was about to be successful, a bald old man's figure was about to appear, holding a crutch in front of Shizumimei.

"Hita, stop!"

There was an unquestionable majesty in the old voice, and the aura of being in high positions for a long time was fully demonstrated. The strange face on the crutch grew big mouth, and directly spit out a layer of defensive water curtain, wrapping the two of them.

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Xiaofeng had a cold and was unwell. He was typing in his bed. The group was slower. Today, the third update may be a little later. Thank you for your understanding.

It's cold.

Readers, please be careful to keep warm and don’t catch a cold.
Chapter completed!