The Demon Emperor pours the concubine
Broken ghosts, once crossed, reborn in another world. Oh, the chest is big and brainless, born stupid, the dantian is deserted, the family laughs at it, and the disgust is extreme, and it is only worthy of being a vase. Open his eyes again, kill the iron blood, show the edge, punch the scum, kick the white lotus, once counterattacked, the wind and clouds changed. He, mysterious and black-bellied, demonic and powerful, raised his handsome eyebrows, and lightly opened his thin lips: In the rest of his life, he will accompany you wantonly and chic, travel all over the world, see all the prosperous her, wear gorgeous clothes and pour the world, and stand in the clouds with his hand.