. 。Its body, an additional white line 。This white line is spreading from the top of my head all the way down to my body. 。A white line stretched from its head all the way down, precisely passing over...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。regiments, which can be considered an independent divisional organization. 。Although Tang Wulin met few people, in reality, the entire Blood God Legion, including both combat personnel and support sta...