d like mournful howls. Beneath a raging inferno, the aroma of roasting flesh filled the air.The crimson flames illuminated the entire canyon as if it were daytime. On the precipice, Su Pingbei and the...ror now, then too many things wouldn't need to be done cautiously, and Zhao Xuanji would inevitably have no chance of turning things around.But Zhao Xuanji was obviously aware of this. He didn't want...
Chapter 1177: National Debt Plan