Mystic Clan of the P

A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes, and Lu Jiangxian wanted to open them, to rise. But his body, like a lead weight, ignored his commands completely.,Perhaps because he had suppressed it for too long, Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly conjured up such thoughts, and his mood even felt a little excited.,The river crab was digging in the dirt nearby. The visible range was about a meter around it, not very clear, like an old thick-screen TV from when I was a child.。