eyes gleamed. 。Tang Wulin shook his head blankly, Ruthless Douluo Sentimental Douluo Muye said: "The way is ruthless but has feelings, sentimentality has been empty hatred since ancient times" 。It is...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。n earlier also leapt up, transforming into a giant sword and landing in his hand. 。Di Tian's face finally changed, because he recognized the knife, and he finally understood why the Hell Dragon King...