C1548 Broken Hands Are Growing

Don't forget I can control the midnight kowtows at any time, and although this iron gate can block magic attacks, it can't block my mind. The last time he used his finger, it was just to act cool. Now, just by silently chanting a few incantations in his heart, Uncle Mao had become like a mad dog.

Wan Jinqi was pressed down on the ground for a moment