"Take it easy!" Xiao Nanyu said coldly that he would not use any extra words.

"dream!" Xiang Luoshu still looked at Xiao Nanyu fiercely: "you were lucky that you didn't kill you last time. This time, do you still have that good luck with me?"

the hand is raised on the shoulder side, all the guards are tense. Just wait for that hand to put down, it's a thunderclap.

"no!" The hand is tightly held by another cold hand. It's so cold. Her hand is so cold. Why is this cold? Or, for whom?

turning her head indifferently, the face that has been missing for so long in my heart...