Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

s gaze, a figure clad in the signature red and black robes of the Imperial Hunt, descended slowly from the night sky.He had a pale face, a thin three-inch beard, and even his voice was thin and dry. B...轉碼失敗!請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀! hand pointed forward. A silver needle pierced through the air, before even reaching its target it transformed into thousands of silver lights, converging into a small silver dragon that pounced towar...