C409 Armageddon 31

On the blue sports car, Jing Sheng silently looked out of the window. The bustling street seemed as if it had never experienced the washing of blood before. It was incredibly clean and clean, and people more or less had smiles on their faces.

Jing Sheng had heard from Xia Cibei that the Wings of the Book held a banquet for their birthday. As their good friend, they naturally had to go as well