chapter 169 Harvest time

The old man's spit could corrode the ground into a walnut-sized hole. You can imagine how terrible the poison in his body is.

All of his poisonous essence is concentrated in his heart.

This time, it was obvious that he wanted to die together with Lorenzo Becky.

Facing the splashing venom, Lorenzo Becky stretched his left hand forward, flipped it a few times dizzily, and actually held all the venom in his hand.

"Such a good thing cannot be wasted!"

Lorenzo...