Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

Looking at the sharp knife that the boatman gestured in front of him, Ling Qing only threw the whisk away.

The boatman felt that his hand was uncontrollably pierced towards his neck.

Like a clown, he stabbed his hands in disorder, then dodged left and right with a panic-stricken face.

In the end, he had no choice but to put the knife on his neck by his own arm.

With a terrified look on his face, he shouted, "Grandpa hero, spare your life, grandpa hero spare your life!

It's a small person with eyes but no pearls, and I still hope to forgive my sins, I still hope

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