As for this answer, in addition to Wu Ze, I am afraid no one knows.

At this time, the wood-eating green worms emerged from the abyss again, and Wu Ze got up and began a new round of harvest.

He is like a death, with a long stick in his hand as the sickle, mercilessly harvesting the life of all the wood-eating insects.

“Chief, shall we meet this one? With his strength, if we can keep him in the clan, we will not fear this great tide of green worms in the future.”

Spring toward the pale whispered proposal.微信投票10000票多少

Smell speech, Cang did not respond, its look slightly condensed, seems to be considering the words of spring.