Chapter 107: Holy Liquid

years ago to eight hundred years later, maybe it has something to do with it."Zhang Ruochen tightly pinched the white crystal stone and closed his eyes. The figure of his father, Emperor Ming, appeare...an a month! ""what do you mean" The yellow smoke stopped shooting, put away the sword and asked curiously.Duanmu Xingling also put away his sword and smiled with a sparkle in his eyes. "he promised to...