ng Wu's vision, a bird leg entered Tang Wulin's mouth, and the next moment the bone was spat out. 。A bowl of soup, in just a few breaths' time, was completely empty.He must have eaten quickly, but it..."I don't think so. My nephew is the most skilled at creating miracles." 。" Zhenhua said with a smile like his face was ashen, and muttered to himself in a daze: "How did he die How could he die He didn't even give me a chance to repent! Why, heavens, why are you treating me this way Even if you want...
Chapter 1077: Can He Still Create Miracles?