"month, old, board!"

Muran stared dangerously at the rolling Chu zhaoyue. The words were gloomy.

"is the ruby floor very comfortable and cool? If you lie down, you won't remember?" The long and white fingers gently touched the blood colored flowers, and then took them back to the nostrils and sniffed them. The radian raised by the corners of the lips was more strange. "That's easy. I can make you stay on this valuable ground forever, forever."

what is this? It's a naked, silver, glittering threat.

under this kind of pressure, Chu zhaoyue's wild laughter suddenly stopped. She stopped rolling and sat up from the ground. Flattering, she took a...