诸界末日在线 汉语

Together with the soldiers, Wu Chang raised a long knife, picked up the lights, and went out to view.

Wu Chang took a lantern and took a photo, but he saw a soldier wearing a broken leather armor and leaning against a pile of heads, facing away from the lights.

Through the rain curtain, I heard only a vague voice: "The soldiers at the lower striker were seriously injured and could not move."

Wu Chang’s look was slow and the sickle went forward: “It’s the brother of the striker camp. Come, I will help you.”

"You're welcome, die."