"Really caught it?" Lu Zhanfeng raised his right hand and looked at his forefinger and middle finger. He looked very complicated, both happy and lost. If Ye Shuang had changed to him, it would be great.
Have been engrossed in watching two people onlookers, they may not have seen Li Yuanqi’s hand, but Ye Shuang’s throat knife was clearly seen in their eyes. The myth of…