Saintly Gate Venerab

Jiang Rong and Fang Ling were taken aback, but they still nodded. "That's good too. Once we move out, we won't have to worry about Zhu Zhuang bringing people to cause trouble. We'll move tomorrow.",When Chiang Chung-sheng saw the strange flower, his eyelids twitched noticeably.,“Mr. Chiang, your face is dark, you are being plagued by bad luck, and I’m afraid you won't live past today!”。