C97 What's ouyang jin's identity

The low, hoarse male voice was somewhat tired, but also had a bit of sexiness to it. Feel.

However, the voice seemed particularly hollow in the spacious hall, as if it was coming from afar.

With an unreal feeling.

Shangguan Qian walked in with big strides, her small face the size of a palm carrying a bit of curiosity.

After looking around