Finally, long Jianfeng's head struggled out of he Xuerong's chest and cried, "Zhao Li, you're up. Help!"

he Xuerong just wanted to frighten the dragon sword front. How could he want to get his body out of control and rush towards the dragon sword front? He could hold the most shameful posture with the dragon sword front and struggled with fear. He wanted to get down from the body of the dragon sword front, but he couldn't get out of it because he was in a hurry. He called out, "let me go!"

long Jianfeng quickly put he Xuerong down and said, "sister he, it's almost time. I have something...