Wanwangfeng, Wang Language silently watched Magic Jie leave, and suddenly she grabbed her hair in a crazy way. Her face was so fierce that she said, "No, it's impossible. Chen Jiu can't just use herself as a plaything. He must love herself!"

"However, he clearly told himself to seek treasure, but to pursue the saint girl wind. Happy flow, the four criteria, he all occupied, what reason can he forgive him?" Wang Language was reluctant, but she couldn't find any reason to let her stay.

"No, I can't be a cheap bitch. Son, I'm not greedy. Love his big things before falling in love with him, I don't want to...