"No, he's not Li Tian. He's changed, little girls. Come on, don't get too close to him." The old basalt man in front of him saw Nastu Ningbing crying out in a frightening voice and could not help shouting there.

Stu Ningbing and Ouyang's poetry, as well as the end of the wood cherry after hearing the words of the Xuanwu elderly, they were stunned there for a moment.

At the moment, the three girls, such as Stu Ningbing, are in the middle of the four-elephant old man and Li Tian, who is hanging in the air.

They looked at the four elephants old man... Then he looked at the...