C1789 The Foreign Race Slaughtered All in All Directions

1789.

A few people started to make noise together, and Xiao Ma really couldn't hold it anymore: "Don't talk nonsense! Little Junior Sister is..."

"What are you guys talking about?" Just as they were booing, Ling's voice sounded at the entrance of the game hall.

A few young master turned around and saw Ling. They immediately winked at the pony.

Xiao Ma's face was especially unnatural