C156 Ye Kuafu Asked for More Flowers

Meng Xuan kept the diamond chakram and turned it into a golden bracelet, which he placed on his wrist. He stood there with his hair loose and as black as ink. Her face was delicate and pretty, and her eyebrows were sharp as she stared deeply into his eyes. Looking at the severely injured Golden Wyrm, his eyes were unwavering.

The outside world was in an uproar