C123 Bawang

When Zhang San saw Qian Hsing, Qian Hsing also saw the 100-watt light bulb shining under the sun. His face darkened even more. If Yuwen Yue's face was covered with a thin layer of frost in the morning, it could be said that there was a thousand years of ice on Qian Hsing's face.

He reached out and dug. Zhou Yi and the others' spikes were still obediently lying in their pockets