The Seventh Miss, Di

Dongfang Lie narrowed his eyes, "This king imagined it beautifully. Let's make this skin into a war drum and send it to the frontline soldiers.",Ye Liuli did not dare to neglect, in the absence of other medical devices, this type of head larger must use forced stop method.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。