C1271 The Lord Is a Saintly Man

"God Lord doesn't have hands?"

"No, I'm not drinking anymore!" Ann Wuyang crossed his arms in front of his chest and closed his proud little eyes.

Sometimes God is really bitter, especially when there is a person who doesn't understand romance.

Jiang Yong hugged him tightly from behind, poured tea for him and brought it to his mouth. Then he roared, "Drink it, I'll feed God Lord