"You know that's my ball?" Chen Jiuzhuan glanced at it, apparently reluctant to part with it.

"Okay, these young generals will be handed over to me. As an emperor, can't you be more generous? You can't do anything for nothing, can't you?" The butterflies complained and twisted their bodies. The moonlight on the buttocks really made Chen Jiu look dazed.

"Well, the key is that I haven't done it yet!" Chen Jiu bowed his head and couldn't help muttering.

"What? You... You're really down. You're dead. The two armies are fighting. What's wrong with you?' Colorful butterflies come to realize that they are not relying on each other.

"Cough... All...