Heavenly Book Heritage

A broken and perished world of immortals and gods, a volume of jade book of the immortal dao, a tragedy whose fate has long been composed into an elegy, and a loser dog who can't hold up the wall.

A grain of golden pills swallowed into the belly, I know that my life is up to me, not the sky. In the world of the dragons, Lu Mingfei sings and sings, behind him there are 30,000 miles of haze gathering and scattering, like a sea of clouds rolling.

He snapped off a branch of wood and bent down to poke Lu Mingze's face with it. My dear brother, are you touched?

At that moment, Lu Mingze really want to grip the fate of the collar, paste on its face to question a. You call this thing defeated dog bad boy?