claws. He retreated like a phantom, avoiding the ghost.Tang Wulin's body was covered in blood, and he fell to the ground, motionless. 。"Damn it, what the..." 。"My Phos-fire!" The grey-robed man howle...m like a broken bamboo, about to reach him in an instant, Meng Xiao’ran decisively plucked the two yellow feathers on his head and threw them to the ground. 。In fact, the number and variety of colors...