Naming of night

on the outside of his body, a black prison jacket wrapped him tightly, and the dust seemed to be wrapped in the wings of a giant bat, unable to move his arms.,the other person cut off half his arm with his own hair. In the same way,,while speaking, six genetic warriors escorted Qingchen to the cockpit, in the middle of the broad cockpit, and the hologram formed a shadowy middle-aged man.。