Then Yang Xiu took out the polar stone and rubbed it gently.
One, two, three. After rubbing for about a quarter of an hour, dill pine quietly appeared behind Yang Xiu. "You’re not dead?" Yang Xiu smiled and said, "The Dark Devil’s brother has made hundreds of millions of small attacks, but can fireflies still kill me?" Diluson nodded and said "something" "The elder didn’t know the…