C147 Divine Arms Descended from the Heavens
"What are you doing?"
As soon as the wet towel was taken off her face, Yang Lu was tied up on the stool again.
Her snow-white shoulders were exposed in front of the live broadcast camera. Because she was struggling too hard, the two mountains on Yang Lu's body were shaking.
A screen stood in front of Yang Lu. On the screen, Wai Dali, who was wearing half a ghost mask
