"How is my father, master Dan?" In a house in Yaocheng, a pale man was lying on the bed. Standing beside the bed was a pretty woman. She was wearing a set of very compact clothes. Her body was full of charm. Her hands and feet were particularly charming. There was a kind of gratuitous charm in her bones. Her red lips were like rose petals in the morning mist, with the curve of extreme temptation But the soft hands tightly held, showing the tension in the heart.

several Dan masters looked at the familiar Bai Xuan in front of them, and their eyes were burning. This woman is too...