C394 Ancient Emperor's Six Magical Cauldrons?

In the audience seats, Zhang Kaifeng, Ye Fan, and the rest were all sitting there, hands on their chins, frowning like mountains, not moving at all.

"Eh, what posture is this?" Ye Baoer tilted his head and asked.

Zhang Kaifeng moved his lips: "Worry ?"

Ye Fan: "This time, Ling Tian is really cold ?"

Bian Yujing, "Refining what's bad