C256 Luo Yangsheng

The sleazy uncle pounced on the sheep, and the more he cried, the more he resisted, the more perverted the sleazy uncle's desire was aroused.

The slender and short golden armor warrior was not the little white sheep.

Chu Zhao was not the wretched uncle either, although his expression at this moment was indeed somewhat wretched.

He did not dare to take off the clothes of others directly