C1070 Talking chair

Feng Zhi sat on the throne, with one hand on the throne. Compared to Feng Zhi's figure, it could be said to be a huge armrest, while the other hand gently stroked the chair, "It's about time to settle the score. Hmm, let me think, how should I settle the score ?"

As she spoke, Feng Zhi retracted one of her hands and gently pressed it against her fair cheeks.

The throne shuddered once more.

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