C221 Kwong Hong Qi Zi

What do you mean not bad? This fellow, he was simply a cannon fodder, alright? Luzhou-smooth, absolutely a colourful embryo, the flower heart big radish. It was fine if Lan Yue didn't hate such a boy.

When Lei Feng arrived at the martial stage, Hong Lingtong's lips curled up. The gaze he used to look at Lei Feng was clearly more playful.

Lei Feng stood there calmly.

"Hmph