A clever idea, Mo Xinran's lips kept twitching, looking at the cold, clear and indifferent but evil spirit to dangerous eyes, let him press her on the wall...

No matter how many times, it's a little unacceptable... He's so direct.

Looking at Mo Xinran's reddish face with embarrassment, she took her up and walked to the bathroom with a cold, horizontal blow.

*

The next day, the sky was cloudy on the island of Zia, and the drizzle of the night had stopped in the early morning, but the gloomy weather was overwhelming.

And in such breathless weather, a news explosion about Leng's Group in Zia was generally spread across...