voice fell, and the seven nights of Lin turned into a residual shadow, skimming over the ruins in his breath, and a fist was raised again in front of an Qingyu.BAM--!the second fist waved out, Anqingy...irit was raging wildly, and the fateful monk was about to say something. Lin Qinight roared at the nothingness on one side again:"shut up!"the fateful monk was stupefied.Lin didn't say a word for seve...