Jun Zhantian felt deeply moved, his old eyes even slightly red.And at this moment, a woman of exceptional beauty appeared, it was Jiang Rou."Mother." Jun Xiaoyao bowed slightly.Jiang Rou's eyes turned... a hoarse voice, his face contorted with terror."Right... Right King!"A trembling voice spoke up, from another protector.This aura, he had only ever felt on the high and mighty princes within his clan...
Chapter 1822: Sword Spirit Child, So We Meet Now? The Dutifu