Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

sounds rang out.This was the first time he had gotten within five feet of his opponent.However, in his hand, there was only the hilt of a sword left.He held the bare hilt of his sword, just four step...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ning is happening now, that's all that matters. It doesn't matter when it should happen." Zhu Wei said to me very calmly, "There's no such thing as a guaranteed 'should' in this world.""Hey, what's w...