Su Jing's face was unbelievable, and she stepped back several steps. If Oriental ink didn't hold her back, she would have hit the door.

"good! You're tough enough! "

Su Jing pointed at the man, but she immediately took back her hand, turned around and left.

here, she, stay, no, go.

motherfucker! The picture is dazzling, but the man 's words are merciless. Su Jing was not ruined when she was born. Why should Mao be affected by this bird spirit?

Dongfang Mo saw that Su Jing turned around and left, and Gong Chen night seemed to be holding an Shumo as if nothing happened. He scolded: "night, you are...