"Hui" Li Wenlong kept a close eye on the front, while still observing the back from time to time. The power of that moment is not to say, so big impact force, enough for each other to drink a pot.

"Do you want to go back?" Lin Xuemei asked worried that she was such a soft-hearted person, even if the other party had a knife on her neck, she would ask with concern, "Did you eat? Do you have the strength to hold a knife?'

People like this don't know whether they should say he's good or bad.

"Look back, do you have a fever?" Li Wenlong touched Lin Xuemei's...