The head sculpture with a heavy jujube and beautiful beard rolls slowly.

'The magic weapon... actually used the magic weapon to plot...'

'You have so much experience...'

Chen Yuan was lying on the ground, blood slowly flowing out from the corner of his mouth. He was dizzy and his ears were buzzing. In the field of vision lying on the ground, the master ran over in a panic; Xu Huaiyu said 'Ah'

He roared, kept changing directions, and forced people back with the tattoos on his back exposed; the fat Taoist sat there blankly, shouting that he was looking for his sweetheart everywhere.

The four statues of gods also gradually disappeared at this time.

The woman was holding her belly, her originally attractive dress became tattered, her bun was messy and hanging down her shoulders, and she looked much more embarrassed. After walking a few steps, she suddenly raised her face.

On the gloomy sky, the sun broke through the clouds and shone down.

The book lying quietly next to Chen Yuan turned a page in the wind. The red lines of thirst for blood in Chen Yuan's eyes became more and more dense. Looking at the writing on it, the blood on his teeth evoked a chill.

One hand pressed down the wooden sculpture's head, and his face gradually turned maroon.
Chapter completed!