"Ha ha ha!" An old man in ink clothes laughed wildly, dragging a purple bottle in his hand and absorbing the dragon blood on the ground like a whale. "How many heats can Gu Longdan refine with so much dragon blood!" The ink-clothed old man is delighted in his heart.
"Gu Longdan? Nice stuff, but it’s better to make me a cold Long Dan! " The stabbing rang, and a sword went through his chest and was tyrannical. Zhenyuan instantly destroyed the ink coat in the abdomen. The old man laughed and stopped. When he turned back, he saw the ferocious face of a Golden…