Hundreds of millions

Wen Yingyi stood there, and all of a sudden, the whole person was covered.,the snowflakes fluttered on the mountain, in front of the thousand-year-old temple with Sanskrit sounds, but when Huo Si-Jue arrived here in his car, he was surprised to find the old monk in gray monks waiting at the gate of the temple.,"well, the time is coming, and you don't have to be so sad. He has killed a lot in his life, but he has saved a lot of lives, so after all, he has enjoyed the blessing and died."。