C1247 All the Male Cultivators in the World Have a Spare Tire

"Su, Da, Ai …"

When Bai Mochen heard that, a hint of surprise flashed across his black and white eyes. After a moment, he came back to his senses and a dense ridicule appeared in his eyes.

His veins were mottled on the back of his hands, and even his eyebrows were tainted with a somewhat sinister and cold aura. "That's right