Some continue to abide by their own jobs, while others are out of their posts and coordinate.

During this period, Bai Wu was injured and had a mind.

The dense Goblin corpses are afraid of thousands of counts.

In some places, there are flames burning, full of Xiao Se, full of hard work, and sorrowful.

Soon, come to the side of the milky white light curtain.

Just look at the light curtain slightly dim, exposing the outline of a door.

Five or six people come out.

Headed, a white old man with a crutch, a humpback of the waist, is not small.

His complexion was acceptable, blushing, staring at two bright eyes, staring at Mu Tianxing and looking at it.

"Why, the old steel, I don't know me when I get older?"

Mu Tianxing smiled slightly and jumped back from the tiger. "I came to find your grandson to cast armor the year before, right, Aran?"

On the side, a muscular macho scratched his head and smiled.

"Stink boy, dare to say I am old!"

The elderly old man named Gang stared at his beard, and he was dissatisfied with this adjective.
Chapter completed!