Chapter 1787: Ancestral Spirit Clan, Bone Spirit Child, A Sp

ion.However, at this moment, there was not the slightest hint of joy in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.A sigh escaped from Jun Xiaoyao's lips.What does it matter if the tenth son of Jinwu diedThe girl who danced...ging on the silvery plant.That silver fruit, about the size of a cherry, also bore natural lightning patterns on its surface.Wu De's eyes lit up, and he trembled with excitement as he said, "It's actu...