Good luck may be useful.

"Brother Ye, you won't participate in the tomb here again, right?"

The little fat man asked softly.

The most treasured thing here is not the blood beast, but the inheritance of the powerful demon cultivator.

Now that Ye Feng intervenes, all the competitors here are getting exploding in their mentality, and he has a greater chance.

However, the prerequisite is that Ye Feng does not take action.

"What's so strange about mere refining voids?"

"Do you think dead people are charming?"

"I'm the baby!"

Ye Feng shook his head and took out a white...thin...fatty...

"What a fragrance, what a holy, what a divine thing,"

"See clearly, bastard!"

"This is the ultimate goal for our immortal cultivators!"

Ye Feng seemed to hold the most important thing in the world, with an extremely serious expression and look.

The legendary saint of the Ye family in China and Ye Die’s fatness!

Ye Feng said that all this was the system’s fault.

It is normal for a perverted system to cultivate a perverted host, right?

system:???

"Brother Ye, you."

Tang Que looked at the pervert with an intoxicated look on his face and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"After that being said, have you heard of the Ye family?"

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Chapter completed!