213. Martial Duel Bet
Mo Xiuyao entered the hall, an icy aura clinging to him. He regarded the Southern Garrison Prince before him with contempt, undisguised killing intent glinting in his cold eyes.
213. Martial Duel Bet
Mo Xiuyao entered the hall, an icy aura clinging to him. He regarded the Southern Garrison Prince before him with contempt, undisguised killing intent glinting in his cold eyes.