C245 hellhound

Yan Qiu held Mu Wei'er in his arms, feeling a little obedient in his heart. His fingers slowly climbed up Mu Wei'er's shoulders and gently hugged her.

Not far away, on the back of the hellfire dragon, stood a white-clothed female spirit. She didn't know why, but a trace of jealousy actually appeared in her heart. Wuqing thought to himself