Chapter 138: Primordial Chaos and the Hungry Ghosts of Extre

of his self-comforting, grasping-at-straw predicament and thrown into the bloody reality.Feng Ming opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to cry.But she couldn't cry.He wanted to cry, but strangely e...s sympathy because in the face of evidence, that sympathy was baseless.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Naturally, Bi Zhu Po would not agree: "Tian Ya Tai is not somew...