C214 Dragon God Hall's Purple Yuan Heavenly King!

Jiangbei.

Chen Xiaozui clenched her fists tightly. Because she used too much force, her nails had already dug into her flesh.

If she could make this man in front of her feel a little better, she would be willing to do anything, even if it meant taking her life.

Ye Wuji was especially quiet. His face was haggard, his lips were dry