ad imagined from the Crown Prince, but a cold, pure killing intent.At this moment, in the north suburbs of Beijing, flags fluttered and the thunder of hooves shook the ground, surging like a tidal wav...
Chapter 1187: King Channing's Tax
ad imagined from the Crown Prince, but a cold, pure killing intent.At this moment, in the north suburbs of Beijing, flags fluttered and the thunder of hooves shook the ground, surging like a tidal wav...