Volume 3, Chapter 1822: Beating a Man [Page] "Dragon Bag." Said warmly and indignantly that this little devil head little ancestor, thanks to his help to speak, turned his spear to pull him into the water.

"Two laps." Long Tingchen opened his mouth and said.

Knowing that rebellion and framing were useless, Lung Baobao sat in bed and cried sadly.

He's a little pity. Mom doesn't want him. Dad doesn't hurt him.

"Dragon bag, one minute more!" Warmly and proudly reminded him that he was in a good mood when he looked at the pliant appearance of the Dragon bag.

The dragon bag stretched out the back of his hand...