交换人生的一天中文版

Zhu Fangzheng's dragon-slaying sword immediately rested on his chest like a heavy burden. The tip of the sword pointed forward lightly, Old Thief Long. Since you are so thick-skinned, I, Mr. Zhu, will serve you another dish with strong taste. Listen, your son did not die at the hands of Young Master Ye and Young Master Luo. But he died in the hands of me, Zhu Fangzheng....