Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

: "Back then, we weren't familiar with each other..."“I don’t know you now, you make me feel very strange!” Jiang Wang said coldly: “Don’t say any more! I absolutely won’t believe that I am the White... bad.""Is that so" Jiang Wang casually put the blood-soaked cassock into his storage pouch. "Are you sure the next step is a one-on-one fight">"Uh." The muscular man scratched his head, a little embar...