, if the other party is a martial arts practitioner, it can only serve as a message."

"I didn't know that you, a little orphan girl, could have such abilities."

"Miss Zhao doesn't know a lot. When you go to hell and turn into a ghost, you can find a chance to ask me in person."

"Oh," a large piece of flesh was worn away from her knee by the gravel on the ground, and the blood dragged on the ground, leaving two long red marks.

She raised her head and looked over.

Not far away there was a man juggling.

In order to attract the audience, the man put a huge boulder on his chest and hit it hard.

But today, the regular customers in the past gathered around Zhao Ranxi, who was covered in dirt, and pointed up and down like they were watching a show.

It's almost there, less than ten steps to go.

Coming.

A shrill scream sounded in my ears.
Chapter completed!