C344 The Spirits Are Playing with the Wicked

Mo Xiaoliu crawled towards the pillar. If Mo Xiaoliu's legs were to construct the pillar, his hands would have just touched Hua Muling's head.

Mo Xiaoqi felt that Mo Xiaoliu's actions were almost done, so she started to smash Hua Muling's thigh with a stick.

Hua Muling felt something on her leg. She lowered her head to try and figure out what it was, but after looking for a long time