"Hard to stab to death." Qi Ye has a strange voice, a strange face, and that lofty young master Qi, completely judged as two people, appears more friendly, Gu Qianmeng can not help laughing.

Qi Ye pushed down again and finally felt the light in his hand and the water at his feet flowed down in a rush.

"Ah! That's all right. It's really good this time. Please ask the master with your aunt downstairs. Gu Qianmeng danced and danced, and the corners of his eyes showed a bright smile. Qi Ye looked at her so indifferently. His eyes turned to show a gentle voice. "How do you thank me?"...