Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

s gleaming with greed.The old man nodded and then shifted his gaze from the Washed Marrow Pill to Chen Ping. "Young man, are you an alchemist Did you refine the pill in your hand yourself"Chen Ping si...lar, a mouthful of blood erupting from his mouth!Chen Ping, with a casual wave of his hand, left Ono Hiro severely injured!Watanabe Kazuo saw this scene, his Adam's apple rolling constantly. This made...