秋葵茄子丝瓜香蕉榴莲

The golden light shone but kept shaking. The young monk in white sitting cross-legged on the Six Paths of Samsara flew up at high speed. Although the rhyme and aura of his Tao and aura were tyrannical that Nezha and the others had never experienced before, at this moment, he actually seemed to be in a hurry. Just like running away....