"It's so profound!" The pine needles glittered like stars. Each time a sword was thrust, it would shrink and stab. The more it stabbed, the more it felt like it was."
The pine needles were as weak as snails and black turtles. Was it strange that this was the feeling of raising one's artistic conception?
She had felt that the pine needles were incredibly fast before, but now they were as slow as slow motion in her eyes. She wanted to stab it faster, but she couldn't!
It seemed that although the essence had been enhanced, his strength had not completely caught up!
He waved the sword on the elevator for another three hours. He wanted to say, "The one below should go to thedependent!"
Dumbfounded, that guy didn't leave yet. He was still lingering!
He cursed inwardly, "Damn it! What the h
