C399 No Matter How Good It Is It's Not as Good as Mine

One had to say, Hsiao Qiaoqiao was indeed very kind.

Han Ling, who was on the ground, had a very deep understanding of this.

At this moment, he was looking at the sky with no desire to live. His body was covered with a blanket that weighed at least five kilograms.

The conscience of heaven and earth was currently in the middle of summer. There was still the sound of cicadas around him