C1211 Yan Jing Bie

Yanjing.

On the way to the Three Immortals' Meeting, Lin Yi was holding a glass of red wine on a fiery Cadillac. At the same time, he tapped his slender fingers on the computer on the table.

"I once suppressed a year ago White Flood Dragon dragon with a single strike of my sword. This old dragon is only so-so, nothing to worry about." Lin Yi said lightly.

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