Chapter 1487: Midnight

lying on the ground with a final blow to their vital areas, regardless of whether they were alive or dead. There would be no survivors.Three treasures rode their horses to the middle of a funeral pro...your eyes, can I not organize such a poetry gathering""Humph."Zhao Xuanji snorted coldly: "Those poetry gatherings you organized were nothing but a bunch of friends drinking and carousing, with a few...