C831 Casanova

When he saw the colorful flower petals on Ming Ruo's wrist, Han Chen could not help but change his expression.

"This is?"

"Evil Saint's inheritance." Yan Wu's red lips opened slightly, as she solemnly said these words.

What? Evil Saint's legacy?

Han Chen was even more shocked, he immediately pulled on Han Ming Ruo's smooth wrist, put down the other party's sleeves