All these words are like smoke of bombardment, but they can't even respond, because they are completely stiff there, as if their bodies were filled with heavy lead, and their ears were buzzing and ringing.

The pupil of Chu Xiaoxin's eye dilated. He was still shouting at the roaring man in the first second, but it stopped in the next second.

Mo Zhengyan blocked the defensive hand, crossed between them, suddenly sank, and then fell down.

Song is now facing Chu Xiaoxin in July, and the laughter is quiet until his heart is lonely.

Nobody speaks out, and there is not a word. It seems that nobody wants to face...