"It's not a thing. What is it?"

Chu zhaoyue glared at the smiling summer desert wind and squinted his eyes dangerously. There is a big tendency for you to tell me dishonestly, and I will bite your neck.

with a gentle pull of the moist lips, the eyes of summer desert wind and black ink suddenly seem to be dripping out of the water. The soft voice says, "honey, it's a treasure of the world."

Chu zhaoyue was slightly shocked. Then, from the gentle expression of summer desert wind, which seemed to drown people at any time, he turned away his eyes and snorted: "hum! What peerless treasure, is not...