Yanraner's face is indifferent, as if she is not herself. She smiled coldly: "devil Xuan, I will not forget that you let me lose the wind." Another smile: "I need a piano, I want to sing."

the devil Xuan's heart is slightly sore. He knows that he will never get the love of this woman. Then hate it. If you don't love it, hate it. At least you can remember it.

"move the singer's piano out of the barracks and let her play it!" Huge pain, let him want to insult this woman, hate it.

under the eight square city, the army is facing each other. The white men's and...