Xiao Dong looked at the pair of helpless eyes with sympathy and apology at the same time.
This senior brother had thought that this would be the end, but he was killed before the sword could kill the enemy. Before the thunder struck, he reached out to recall his flying sword. He looked up and down with a kind look. Everyone thought that this flying sword was finished. It was made of superior materials, supreme inhibitions, and rich spiritual power. It didn't look good on me at all.
Seeing this, Xiao Dong could only close his eyes and feel it. If it was him, he would likely also feel heartache and would have difficulty giving up. Why was he unable to endure the pressure of eating his beloved treasure? It was as though he was waiting for the end of the world. That kind of time when he was
