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

head.As if stuck in mud!The air seemed to thicken, every inch of space resisting the advance of longing.Above Wang Yiwu's head, a phantom tiger talisman flashed by.Jiang Wang felt a great sense of ma...t you'd like me to translate!It's impossible to be angry when being pranked by friends, you can only blame yourself for being "outmatched".The skin of the ironberry is very easy to process. With a lig...