The fisherman threw away the radio, carried the harpoon, his eyes firm and strided forward.

In Youzhou, the wind is cold and cold.

"Hey, Tianlong still needs me, a cripple." The middle-aged man with a crutch threw away the crutch, jumped out in one step, and disappeared into the cold wind.

Bingzhou, slums.

A young man in his twenties still had blood on his face.

The gangsters who had just beaten him were extremely shocked.

The young man picked up an iron stick on the ground, but didn't even look at these gangsters. His energy moved and he jumped onto the roof, and his steps were flying. After a few flashes, he disappeared.

In Liangzhou, loess is everywhere.

The black-faced old man who was snatching his feet while eating watermelon, got up and turned off the black and white screen.

Soon, the sound of water rustled.

When the old man came out again, he had a set of armor with residual sword marks on his body.

"Brothers, I'm wearing armor again now, haha, are you envious? Lie down well, Tianlong has another living person, so I will never disturb you!"

The Eight Prefectures of the Heavenly Dragons and Eight Continents, endless gatherings.
Chapter completed!