Jiang He Lin Chuxue

Jiang He let out a chuckle: "Elder Jiang, you're plagued with bad luck. It seems there's a blood disaster in your future, and your time is coming to an end!",And all of this black qi emanated from the potted plants in the corner.,Afterward, Chiang Chung-sheng asked the guards to leave. He finished his tea and prepared to take a walk.。