Chapter 452: Fortune

llowed, Liu Yuemei waved her sleeves and swept away the obscuring dust, looking down. Below, Lu Ye lay flat on the ground, a pool of scarlet blood beneath him. His whole body was like shattered porcel..."Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.

Lú Yè quietly watched him.

>>reaking…He slowly rose from his throne, his mouth opening and closing as a deep, powerful voice echoed through the hall: "I have slept for ten thousand years, and yet someone dares to disturb the slum...