White Mo Yi strolls into the camp, looks up at the woman whose eyes are tied, he is still a clean smile. Paper can't cover fire all the time. Central should know everything. "Oh, what's the matter?" His eyes swept over the handsome face of ziyufeng, and the little ghost probably wanted to kill someone.

"look at her body." It doesn't matter whether you are poisoned or not.

white Mo Yi takes Nie Qianqian's hand, and his eyes are bright and dark. "I'm really poisoned."

Nie Qianqian is pitiful, pretending to be a group of delicate: "brother Yang, why do you doubt me? Sobbing" the tears of beautiful eyes are...