in.

There is the Yin fish pressing under the coffin on the road to the underworld.

It was stimulated and awakened briefly. On Cao Guangxiao's group of soul-squeezers who had chased the sword furnace, he smelled a familiar smell.

"It's the taste of the other half." The Yinyu was calm on the surface, but was already ecstatic.

Its body is ill and can only wake up briefly.

Follow the smell.

Its single beard, as thick as a millstone, trembled.

A wisp of soul is separated.

It transformed into a graceful young man with a clean face and no need. The scholar in green clothes with an elegant long robe appeared on the edge of life and death.

He sniffed, and several strands of yang energy were usurped over.

He closed his eyes intoxicatedly and enjoyed his face.

"Not here, haha, it's been more than three hundred years, and it seems that it's time to go up and walk around."

The scholar stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes full of ** before the food started.

He turned and disappeared.

Reappear.

It is already the ruins of the Dashun Kyoto Sword Furnace.
Chapter completed!