C85 Imperial Confinement Pet 22

Nangong Han stared blankly at Shen Yan's pale face. He picked up his hand and rubbed it on his face. His voice was extremely hoarse. "Don't scare me. . . " He could not be scared. It was true.

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By the time Nangong Han came out, the sky was already slightly bright. Looking at the row of kneeling guards, his voice was cold to the extreme