旧番∽ova催○指导

Zhu Fangzheng agreed very wisely and shouted boldly, "Okay, Zhu is just like the two of you suggested." Let's decide the winner with Brother Dongfang tomorrow. In short, I will die under his ancient black sword tomorrow. Either he died under my Dragon-Slaying Sword. It must be one of the two. Clang! Zhu Fangzheng put the sword back into its scabbard....