I took a sip of wine and dew again, and the voice of Xie Yitian sank almost indistinctly. If the evil wolf was too familiar with him, I could not hear the change. "What's more, you know, I don't really like drinking," he said with emotion

the dark eyes looked at the evil memory sky again, and the evil wolf turned back to his neck, poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, and then he said very bored, "what else can it be? That's not what Manchu is concerned about. "

"moon soul?"

evil remembers the voice of the sky, and immediately raises it. He laughs and says, "is...