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
