Angel

Looking at the light spots of different sizes in front of him, Yang Ling sighed: "It is the fate of the Xian family to cut off the ties, but fate is not eternal."

"The great river of destiny always has a tributary that can continue the fetters of the past. Only I can decide my destiny."

A gray airflow appeared on his palm, and the moment this airflow appeared, all the surrounding auras avoided.

it's life