The insect looked very spiritual. He beat his head around his body. When he smelled cinnabar, he straightened up. After turning his head like a searchlight, he suddenly arched into the wound.

If Yecheng could carry it again, he would be hummed and his palms would be cold.

Tian Yuan Dao-chang pressed Ye Cheng's wrist hard, and he shouted at Ah San beside him, "Don't come to help, hold him down."

Ye Chengli was so strong that Ah San was supposed to hold Ye Cheng's shoulder from the front, but he threw him out several times. He had to go around his back and put both hands and feet together...