"Really, Dean, every word and every sentence of mine comes from the heart. If you don't believe your words, touch. Touch, if I have a false word, you will kill me!" Chen Jiu stood up and said calmly.

"Go, who rarely touches you!" Qing'e's face is getting better and better.

"Dean, you see, how perfect it is, this kind of muscle, skin, is white margarine, imagine its interior, is also the essence of heaven and earth, and you see this head, it is simply a finishing touch, giving it unlimited vitality and vitality, so that it is flexible, every tremor, can penetrate into my soul, paralyze my heart, ah... I...