Chapter 1732, Dao Lightsaber Shadow

admires holding his forehead with both hands again, silent.

Even Ling Xian was silent.

The father and son sat side by side on the sofa, time passed, the sky outside the window gradually faded, and the outstanding mobile phone also shocked.

At that time, his wife wrote poems and text messages, saying that people in Taiwong were waiting for Ling Xian's father and son to go back to dinner and asked if they would go back.

Put the mobile phone away and take a hard step forward: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, over the uterus, waiting for dinner!"

"You son, take care of yourself!" The admirer...