荔枝枇杷秋葵绿巨人西瓜榴莲

The gray-haired Ning Cheng held the Divine Spear of Creation tightly. Vukong stood outside the deep ravine surrounded by murderous intent. He looked up at Vukong and said word by word, if I, Ning Cheng, do not die, I will do twice as much in the future. Return it....