The first young mast

along the way, the people of the Eternal City follow, following their own gods.,the night green Cheng looked grim and stared at Chu Dust, "he can not die, because it will be useful to keep it, and you " He's killing himself. ",Qingyunxian sword makes a clear sound of dragon singing, and the light of the sword shines in the temple of the night god.。