简介:
Yang Ji thought about it, held the eleven long swords in his hands, and sat cross-legged on the ground. The ground was cold and cold, with a metallic chill, but Yang Ji didn't care...
详情
Yang Ji thought about it, held the eleven long swords in his hands, and sat cross-legged on the ground. The ground was cold and cold, with a metallic chill, but Yang Ji didn't care....