Liu Jia's ancestors were significant figures in the Martial Emperor's court, dominants of Linhai Town. They were the interns and linguists of Linhai Town. Liu Hai's ancestors were gods who purified the world.
Today, they truly heard an old dog nagging about God above his head, and thus they could feel their dreams.
Liu Hui and Liu Feng looked at the photo, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Ha-ha, these past few years my Liu family seems quite amicable, even a Bali cat and a dog dare to utter offensive words to my Liu family."
The master of the Liu family regained consciousness, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. His face was very calm, as if he were not angry at all.
But everyone knew this was just the calm before the storm.
Of course, as the days went on, a bloody rain swept across the coastal cities.
"Let me see, you are just a small setup from the Empire of Wu, ants are entitled to say what they say."
Yellow Dragon's fingers.
