C92 You can only draw this king

"I'm not going to fight, I'm not going to fight."

Murong Ling's skill was not weak, with one hand on the whip, it had reached the acme of perfection. The whip pierced her vital parts, causing ordinary people to be unable to do anything to her, but she had a fatal flaw, this body did not belong to her.

Just as Bai Mu had seen, this was a young miss's body. Her muscles were relaxed