C250 Each of Them Had Their Own Thoughts

Xiao Chen stood with his spear in his hand like a spear god.

Under the cold light of the Bright Moon Holy Dragon, he felt that the tip of the spear was the reflection of this world. Under the spear, anything could be killed. Boundless battle intent lingered around Xiao Chen.

"Why do I suddenly feel a chill!" Someone seemed to feel cold. He rubbed his arms and said. For some reason