Ziyan is obviously running here. She covers her upper body with one hand, suppresses the crazy movement of asthma, flushes her face like fire. The curve of Ana's body, the hair splashed with ink like clouds, is covered with soft and delicate beauty. A pair of long and narrow purplish eyes, between the eye wave circulation, charming.

Ziyan's eyes, which were stirred by people's heart and soul, were a little angry. She glared at the crane rule and said, "nonsense. There's nothing wrong with you here. Go away!"

Seeing Ziyan's rage, crane rules also have some Qi and Qi. They dare not look into Ziyan's eyes!

"not yet Purple Yan...