三码必中期期准

简介：At this time, the fat monk breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Li Dao didn't blame the old man for his mistake. He couldn't help but blame the old man in his heart. This man had no way of talking. He said what he said to him casually. The nickname Cold-Blooded Sword Immortal didn't matter. It's not a good thing. It's a blessing that Li Dao didn't blame him. He couldn't help but secretly thought that he wouldn't be able to say any news to the old man at will in the future.