The night wind rustled and the camp of the black army was silent. Red clothes like blood, peach blossom eye evil spirit and smile: "dye son, you want to eat." The voice seems to be coaxing the child, not heavy but not light. Peering out of the tent, peering back coldly, "what's the point of doing this? What kind of woman do you want? You can form a company." She doesn't know why magic Xuan is so persistent and has little time to contact.

devil Xuan picked up a green vegetable with bamboo chopsticks. He knew that Raner's taste was light: "Oh, they are not you." Perhaps in the eyes...