”
at that time, he was still a belligerent, fighting everywhere for the strong, and the underworld monk at that time was also a famous monk for a long time.
of urse, he will not let go of such a goal, take the initiative to e to the door.
that is a pair of what kind of eyes, blue eyes do not have a point of killing, gentle as the sea.
”the belligerents, the end of the war, give the lord, stop it.”
in the face of lin hui's sense of war, the undercu
ent monk just sighed low, with a kind of passion in his eyes.
”cut the crap and make a move!”
how uld lin hui tolerate the same passion as the poor? when he was angry from his heart, he immediately rushed up with a gun in his hand.
the undercu
ent monk shook his head helplessly, put down the tin stick in his hand, closed his hands, and opened his mouth slowly.
”zen print. sad day! ”
the undercu
ent monk put his hands together and opened his mouth with a true buddhist sound. a golden sad word fell from the sky and fell on the head of the demon soldier in front of him.
a howl sounded, the dust was