im. Although he wasn't afraid, his face was furrowed every day. If he continued fighting, he feared that his identity as a demonic cultivator would be exposed."Damn it, I, Zhao Chuang, have never been...Chen Ping began to grab a handful of grass, then gently sniffed it, and a fresh scent entered his nose!

>>>Heart-breaking herb.e all vying for the same interests, and where there was a struggle for interests, there would inevitably be enmity.Zhu Hao fell silent, his face turning ashen.If even Jiang Wei had helped Chen Ping, t...