Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

ting to fall asleep.He was exhausted, taut like a tightly stretched string, never relaxing for a moment.I can't hold it any longer.He wanted to lie down, not caring about anything, just collapsing lik...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ bird holds the sun in its beak, its body ablaze with fire. It exerts all its strength, the three昧 true fire burning the light of the sun. It's like boiling a pot of wine, burning a cauldron of meat....