C517 Two Hundred and Fifty-seven Years of Rough Weather

The man in the lead was wearing a black brocade robe, he was good-looking, and a smile was on his face like the spring wind. When Black Tiger saw this, his body shook for a moment, if they were in the village now, he still had the confidence to fight with them, but now, his brothers were all stunned by their imposing manner, not to mention the fact that these two brothers of his