Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

"What a shameless scoundrel! We painstakingly put in all our effort and time just to break the formation, and you barge right in",The golden chariot collided with the white star phantom, shaking violently, and then flew to the right.,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。