Saintly Gate Venerab

Jiang Rong and Fang Ling were taken aback, but they still nodded. "That's good too. Once we move out, we won't have to worry about Zhu Zhuang bringing people to cause trouble. We'll move tomorrow.",The river presented the painting of the strange flower.,The river chuckled softly: "Elder Jiang, you're cursed with bad luck, there seems to be a bloody disaster, your time is up!"。