Tristan Xuan estimated the distance between himself and Alojin in shock, then lowered his head and sniffed himself, only to smell the tempting smell of fried chicken.
Just when he suspected that Alozin had been buried in the altar for thousands of years and was too hungry to distinguish fried chicken and sacred birds, Alozin suddenly jumped down from the street lamp, and a huge bone butterfly appeared under his feet. ---Literally, a big butterfly made of white skeletons.
When the butterfly wings are spread out, they are about three to four meters wide, just like a hollow butterfly hairpin that can flap its wings. People without a sense of balance cannot control this!
Alozin: "It's nothing strange. If your entire clan were burned alive by Suzaku Lihuo, you would also be able to smell the smell of...hypocrisy."
Tristan Xuan was shocked by the appearance at first, and then he belatedly remembered his job responsibilities.
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