叶子楣聊斋志异国语版

Yang Ji's voice floated up from the black mist. He threw his right hand, and the bronze magic weapon Magma Crocodile rolled and was thrown into the void by him. His limbs moved in mid-air, and his eyes moved, as if he had come to life, swimming rapidly in the air. , turned around and smashed towards Ye Fasheng at lightning speed....