Spiritual traveler

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the black stone coffin on his side and said, "Bad Shuai, what's your choice" Do you want to continue to be self-styled here, or do you want to leave the spiritual world and take a look at the world after 2000 ",Uncle raised his hand, snapped his fingers and sang like a dogleg:,seeing that he still remembers his promise, the face of wind and thunder is relaxed.。