C207 Dragon-scale fruit

Ling Qingxue's face was also slightly red, his eyes flashed with shyness, but only lasted for a moment.

"Wen Shang, you can't f * cking eat grapes and call them sour right?" Ling Yun said with some anger, he quietly wiped off his cold sweat and heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily, Yue'Er did not get angry.

"Ha ha!" Wen Shang chuckled, he did not reply