Chixu, the ancestor of the nine headed bird clan, is a little guilty now. His eyes look like Venus. What did he say not long ago? Now, who is he facing and what orthodoxy? It''s the school of prehistoric Blackhand Li Fu! Needless to say, the word "Li" alone can suppress ancient times and shake prehistory. How can this vein not be feared? He''s really a little dizzy. Even if he is a God, he has no bottom in his heart. His body is almost rigid there. Chixu, the ancestor of the nine headed bird clan, stared at No. 9. He was hairy all over and poured cold air into his body from the tail vertebrae. He was uncomfortable all over and almost ran away. The most miserable thing is Ling Yi, who is still shaking. He struggled to get up, leaned his back against a rock and looked down at his legs. No, it was empty and blood flowed. He couldn''t believe it. This is not a dream, but a real cruel reality. As a descendant of the Wu madman family, he was twisted off his legs and regarded as blood food. He wanted to be cruel, but when he saw that No. 9 in the distance was so calm and still eating his thighs, he felt cold again and chose to close his mouth tightly. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation