C64 Nine netherflame slash(1)

Jun Qiran secretly reached out his hand to pinch the flesh off Di Mojiu's waist.

After a while, Jun Qiran's face turned black, how could this man's figure be so good?! There wasn't any fat at all!

"Oh, so it's like that." Feng Chenlang nodded, he did not think much about it.

Jing Jibai, who was at the side, paused in his movements, and looked at Jun Qiran with a measuring gaze