C188 A remembrance of elegant cultivation of elegance to the wind

Little Fishy tossed him a small mirror and said, "Take a look yourself. Your eyes are twinkling, your eyes are lustful, your lips are drooling, and your expression owes you a good beating."

Nezha moved his neck with great effort. He had gained a lot of weight in the past few days, it was difficult even for him to perform such simple movements. He comforted himself that he was still young