Chapter 3: Xiao Wu Lin's Home

harged at the front, its battle axe swinging violently. Don't be fooled by its bulky frame, but when this axe swings, it leaves a series of afterimages in the air. A pitch-black light, like ink, insta...on the other end answered. 。"...There was no sound, when I answered, there was nothing on the other end." 。"Nalle" Tang Wulin tentatively called out. 。"Ah—" Right after, Tang Wulin felt as if his eard...