C1205 I want him to scram!

I want, give him back a scram!

The son of the plane, a peerless genius, had finally been found!

Our race is blessed, our race is blessed!

The patriarch of a small tribe could not endure the ecstasy in his heart. He was too excited for a moment and could not inhale. He fainted but lay on the ground with a smile on his face …

"Thank you, God Emperor Ling, for your kindness