This group of players is more cunning than cunning

The flowers condensed quickly, and Ning Zheng's will also quickly returned, gradually waking up.

His body was rapidly reorganizing, and flesh and blood were growing, as if countless black flames drilled into his body along the three flowers on the top, reconstructing his head, neck...recovering from top to bottom.

The villagers of the strange village under the whole villa, and the female monks of the four visceral realm in the prison on the mountainside, all looked around blankly, feeling an incredible breath erupting.

The breath of their king.

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