C1195 I Am the Victim

Before Tian Xue could finish her sentence, the Hongta in Ye Lingtian's mouth that was used to act cool fell to the ground with a "pa da" sound. After rolling a few times, it began to moan weakly. As the muscles on Ye Lingtian's face crazily danced, his entire body began to tremble. It was not spring, it was autumn, a bleak autumn.

The elites of Yuxiao Palace looked at each other