"Introduction: A young man with mediocre qualifications wins the chance to be a hero. Since that day, he wandered around the world with no enemies.
In order not to leave any regrets in his life, even though his hands are stained with blood, he still couldn't change his belief in becoming stronger.
Who was willing to fight with him at the top again?"

God of War

"You are..." Looking at Yu Fulu has nearly seven-phase man, Mason couldn't help asking.


The middle-aged fat man looked at Mason's eyes in surprise and said mellow, "I am Fuyuan and Daoyou, the head of the Little Vientiane Pavilion in magic Fengcheng. Have we met before?" On reflection, Fuyuan had no impression of Mason, but Fuyuan believed in his own eyes, and just Mason's little surprise was true.


"Fuyuan? Ha ha, I have seen Fuyuan Taoist friends. You just look very much like a friend of mine!"


Mason nodded and smiled faintly. For Fulu, he kept himself in the forbidden place of magic.


Mason was very grateful. In my heart, I also regard Fulu as a friend, no matter what Fulu means. To Mason's slight surprise, the smell of Fuyuan's dispersion is no worse than that of magic's teachers, that is to say, Fuyuan is also a magic practitioner.


brotherly affection