C85 Demonic beast mountain tibetan jiao 6

Seeing Qianye Muyu here, Murong Xuan could no longer continue washing. With a flick of her sleeves, a wisp of white clothes floated up to the surface of the water, and with a raise of her breath, he spun a little, and in the blink of an eye, he put on her clothes neatly.

Seeing that, Qianye Muyu could not help but feel annoyed