The white moon struggled, but her back stood tightly with Lu Ming's mucus, just like the glue of strong glue, which could not break away.

The poor little eyes of Chu Chu, full of hatred, now the white moon looks like a trapped animal, very lovely.

Ye Cheng stared at the white moon and felt that the most rewarding thing for him along the way was not to find the Golden Sun God and destroy the human form, but to see a woman's weakness and dependence. The real Tyrannosaurus Woman should change her name to Little Sheep.

"OK, OK!" Ye Cheng raised his hands. Lu Ming had only one white...