Chapter 1190: The Ancient Moonna at the Auction House

transformed into frost marks, shooting outwards from his body like a ripple in the water. 。The Black Mang Slash landed in empty air. At this time, Wu Changkong was like a wisp of ice mist, unable to...n had already touched upon the edge of spear intent. 。Although just some initial feelings, it was already enough to take his understanding of the long gun to a new level. 。King, master of the world!...