倍投9期计划表图片简介：Zhang Jing lowered his head and glanced at the pierced wound on his left chest, which was about the size of a fingernail. Traces of demonic energy were eroding his flesh and blood, trying to expand the wound.
Zhang Jing lowered his head and glanced at the pierced wound on his left chest, which was about the size of a fingernail. Traces of demonic energy were eroding his flesh and blood, trying to expand the wound.
