Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

confident, and thinking about Chen Píng's identity as a cultivator, finally gritted his teeth. Zhao Wujī also sat down, ready to die with a noble person!Just as Chen Ping was having tea with Zhao Wuj...survived.And there's one more thing, this is only three days. Even if Chen Ping wasn't dead, how could he recover from such serious injuries"Didn't Chen Ping attack you two You ran back like this Did...