成功约妹子的聊天记录

The Taoist practitioner wanted to blast out the scimitar weapon in his hand again. As soon as he gathered his true energy, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. Another stream of blood mist spurted out from the wound where he had not stopped bleeding just now. The speed of the scimitar immediately slowed down a beat, and at this time Ning Cheng's sword light had already fallen....