C53 Withering Rain

The golden palace was in a peaceful state. Under the strange calmness, waves of waves surged up and down.

Le Su carelessly shook off the blood on her hands and frowned in disgust. Her cherry lips were slightly pursed, like an unhappy innocent little girl whose dress had been cut into a beautiful one. "Dirty."

However, Hu Qingrou placed Wan Qing gently on the ground. He held the baby in love