Chapter 111: Lan Feiyu's Ruin

, or he would grind her to dust!"Master, how is your injury" The white-robed elder beside him wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt the surrounding air suddenly become thin, so he quickly changed... aren't you" Xuan Yuan Che sneered. 。Don't say five poems, even he wouldn't dare guarantee that he could write a good poem within an incense stick. Therefore, Xuanyuan Che felt she was simply arrogant...