"Well, power son, shall we do it again?" Chen Jiu could see that it was hot immediately and the fire rose to the sky.

"Go, people don't come, it's not early today, it's going to sleep, what's the matter, tomorrow say..." At last, Shen Fang did not continue to be full. He fell asleep, facing Chen Jiu with his back, like a drum, and his heart was beating constantly.

As a female emperor of a generation, today's behavior is simply too low-flowing and ridiculous. If we hadn't reviewed the mythological sub-atlas beforehand, Shen Fang felt that he could kill himself with a sword!

Fortunately, knowing that this is a normal...