Chapter 582

a family of antique collectors, an ordinary girl would never dare to enter.Zhao Ping'an nodded slightly, but his expression grew increasingly solemn. As the ancients loved to record events through p...Chapter 582

Zhao Ping'an said a word and slapped Zhao Changlong repeatedly for over ten times, stopping only when Zhao Changlong was covered in blood with a swollen face like a pig. Nascent Soul cultivator would be dispersed!The air around him was like a thousand tons of cotton pressing down on a person, even the cotton felt unbreakable and could only be broken apart piece by pi...