The Seventh Miss, Di

Dongfang Lie narrowed his eyes, "This king imagined it beautifully. Let's make this skin into a war drum and send it to the frontline soldiers.",This is an old wound, it was already healed, but the previous wound was too deep, even after healing the surface was very thin. After today's impact, it cracked again, oozing blood.,Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.。