t her head to look at Jun Xiaoyao.Her skin was crystal clear, like polished jade, and her eyes were bright and radiant.A white gauze skirt, ethereal and graceful, like a fairy from the Guanghan Palace...Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fufeng, Suppressing Quasi-Immortals with One Hand

A voice, cold and powerful, echoed across the heavens.

At this moment, no one refuted.

Su Hongyi and Shen Le naturally wouldn't retort.

Maharaja, too, had long since been won over by Jun Xiaoyao's performance.

As for Zhúyè and Yún Xiǎohēi.

Now we are like two trembling mice. also accustomed to Yingluo's aloof and eccentric personality, so he just smiled and set off."Be careful, don't die."Behind me, I heard Yingluo's voice.Mu Xuan's heart warmed, and he nodded to Yingluo...