"Well, I can't help myself!" Jun Xichen claps on the armrest of the golden chair, and a black air rises. The armrest of the golden chair has been corroded in a flash.

the fluffy body of the kneeling little silver mouse on the ground shivered for a while. If he was a person, he was afraid that the cold sweat would have fallen down at the moment.

However, junxichen didn't say anything more, just waved gently and said: "you can bring more hands to me and watch them. Don't touch them first. When it's time, I will kill them all!"

"squeak!" The little silver mouse replied respectfully twice, and the...