he was just such a banished immortal, holding a clear and sharp long sword, still dripping with blood.A beauty of the world should be with such soulful and passionate things as poetry, wine, and paint...inn. He let out a cold smile and muttered to himself: "An inn Is it that important You even have someone protect it so heavily. Fine, this king will burn it down for you. See what you can do about it....
Chapter 1838: Slay the Liao Dogs