"Ghost old......"

an Xiaoran looked at the ghost doctor, his face was Korean tense, his sweat stained the long bangs on his forehead, his sweat beads trembled, his eyes were a little begging, and he looked at the ghost old man and said.

"hmm?" What's the devil? At a glance, I knew what an Xiaoran was going to say. With a gentle hum, I saw Fang Ming's injury and shook my head lightly, saying: "ha ha How can I help such a small injury? Neutrons, come on. Let me have a good look at your recent improvement? " The ghost doctor turned to his apprentice ghost neutron and said.

"OK,...