self-inflicted

"Ah..." Aiden was stirring to fly to the empty flat of the cliff. Gorden was thinking when a scream resounded through the sky. A disciple flew upside down, as if a broken kite had fallen to the ground and sprayed blood wildly!

"Suck..." All the disciples took a breath of air conditioning, Aiden is a face of white, in the heart dark sigh oneself did not fly up, suddenly, all the disciples looked at Wayne next to Craftsman Sects elder Mason, eyes became strange, this man... why didn't he be hit?

Is it because of the care of the goddess? Or is this old man in Craftsman Sects a goat? Have you been obsessed with the peerless appearance of a woman?

The disciples had many thoughts in their hearts, but no one dared to say it. Looking at the disciple who fell to the ground, the disciples completely dismissed the idea of whether to fly up or not.