Chapter 1487: Midnight

eral in Sanbao's hands. The flesh, carrying thick blood plasma, flew seven or eight meters away.In an instant, the Liao general was in agony, his face pale with pain. Half of his body was stained red...""Good, very good!"Yelü Guzanqi was so angry that he laughed. He said, "You will regret this. Trust me!""And you people too!"Yelü Guzanqi circled his finger around everyone present and said in a cold...