Chu zhaoyue is sitting on the carriage, pulling the white sleeve of the moon, wiping his cheek hard, wiping, wiping again and again, as if his face was suddenly infected with the research-level bacteria that will be infected at a glance, like not wiping off a layer of skin, never willing to! What is this? Have you been molested?

Chu zhaoyue gnashes his teeth and looks at you at the gate of the city, talking with Zhou Huotian. There is no end to my war!

Damn it, the dead man!

she Chu zhaoyue is so big. That world, this world, has been wandering for so many years. Except that day...