C1011 A Storm Breeds a Storm of Seven Hundred and Fifty-three

Young Noble Wu Hua raised his hand, and everyone realized that his sleeves were much wider than a normal person's. Then, he used his sleeve to cover his face, and said softly, "One, two, three, four …" Nine, ten! " When Wu Hua had counted to ten, he put down his arm, and his appearance had changed completely. He was a beautiful lady, and even his Adam's apple had disappeared.

"Change..