"What? You touch it. Where's she? Chen Han-xue stared at Chen Jiu in surprise. What is it called touching? There will be no less meat in two shots? You know, people are noble and holy fairies, honoring the most holy woman on the whole continent, you a man to touch. Two, that is not more uncomfortable than killing her?

"I don't touch anything, just meat. I touch more. Where..." Chen Jiuyi's grieving sermon.

"You... You little ruffian, you really can do it. Sin!" Looking at Chen Jiu with hatred, Chen Hanxue turned his words and asked sternly, "Does your boy like Mulan?"

"Well, of course I like such a beautiful...