Wherever you go, the tip of the gun is pointed.

So accurate.

Brush and turn it over neatly.

Brush and turn it over neatly.

And it is becoming more and more intensive, and the death crisis is actually getting worse every moment.

However, just targeting it like this, the real death attack never came down...

Zuo Xiaoduo felt like his butt was about to smoke...

"Could it be that you have noticed the bloodline of my Star Soul human race? But...why haven't you taken action yet?"

"Isn't it torture to be so indecisive?"

"I have nothing to do with your witch union and witch souls!"

"It's really weird!"
Chapter completed!