Lord of Ten Thousand

He gave a smile uglier than crying to an old woman in blue outside the room, and said, “Come on, Qingxin Butler.”,He raised his head and glanced at the enormous stone tablet, its two glowing slots flickering. Even the corner of his mouth twitched with a hint of self-deprecation.,He holds this precious bone uselessly, so it should be taken from him and transplanted onto us.。