yes twitched, a shiver running down his spine.He suppressed the resentment in his heart and bowed slightly, saying: "Divine son of your family, it was my fault. Just tell me what you want."At these wo...Chapter 1707: The Ninth Prince, Heir of the Emperor of the Corpse Race in the Xuan'yang World. beneath him."No... no, it's not needed..."The gray-haired man nodded faintly.At this time, the Evening Night Saintess, with a heart full of trepidation, stepped forward and bowed slightly to the whit...