only thing that mattered. 。The fresh blood rained down upon him, covering both his body and his head. Without a doubt, he was drenched in it. 。While his body wasn't completely crippled yet, Tang Wul..."I don't think so. My nephew is the most skilled at creating miracles." 。" Zhenhua said with a smiled over. Among them, a woman who looked to be about fifty years old said helplessly: "Blood Seven, your mouth! When Blood Eight surpasses you one day, I'll see if you can still be so arrogant." 。“Blood...