Ancient God Emperor

before the palm of his hand hit A Le's body, the chill condensed a thick layer of frost on the surface of A Le's body.,every year, a large-scale battle is held, and the barbarian and Terran armies fight in the dark, causing huge casualties on both sides.,suddenly, Zhang Ruoxien seemed to feel something in his heart. He looked up and looked at a restaurant in the distance. He seemed to see a familiar figure.。