C32 Bleeding chrysanthemum

"Kid, take advantage of my good mood and jump down yourself. Go find your mother for some milk!" Yuan Xing Lang, with a black face, casually walked towards Yan Ge. There was a long knife scar on his forehead that looked like a snaking centipede crawling around, it made people who saw it standing still.

"Eat your sister!" "What are you pretending for!" When Yan Ge said this