Xicheng-style fingers subconsciously moved.

Isn't this too exaggerated?

Is this a tricycle?

Could it be that your Bai Wu family head usually runs around with such a large stone?

This is too much.

He couldn't help but look at the expression of the Godson of Baiwu.

The little face of the White Mist God Son was also confused and confused. It was obvious that she didn't know why this happened.

"No matter what, let's go ahead and take a look."

West City style opening road.

"Ah... OK."

The son of the White Mist woke up as if he was dreaming, and nodded and said.

yes...
Chapter completed!