Sometimes life was like this. When you tried to solve one problem, it would smoothly get help from some other aspects. Although it was not found by yourself and felt a little helpless, it was still a good thing.
When he walked out of the gambling den, it was already dusk. The sky was filled with flaming clouds. Row after row were crimson and mesmerizing. The only thing was that even though the setting sun was good, it was already approaching dusk.
Who would have known that behind this beautiful dusk, was the blood-like sadness of the setting sun? The Wind Cloud Beast was still running on the great road, gradually approaching the city's mortal street.
###Chapter54,The Wave of the Beast Tide
In the dilapidated large courtyard, the members of the club sat in the back courtyard in the open
