C322 Qi yunfeng 4

Murong Xuan flung a purple gold coin on Mo Ziming's face in a bad mood, causing him to feel so angry that his nose was about to bleed.

"You ?" Mo Ziming was furious, this dead woman, could he be a little softer?

Was she still a woman? Every time he attacked, it would always be so crude!

"Isn't that the benefit you want?" Murong Xuan had an innocent expression