C362 The Taste of Poverty

Helian Jin glanced at them lazily. Her long, fair fingerbone was covered with a layer of faint black shadow.

Just as he was about to make a move, he was stopped by Mo Qingge, who gave him a meaningful look.

Brother Helian, don't be rash!

The Western Wasteland was a place that hid its true depths. A tavern that was so arrogant must have a certain amount of confidence