Yun Qingran did not dodge or dodge, standing in place, not moving.

The cold eyes seemed to conclude that Yan Jiu would not dare to make a move next.

The strong palm wind stopped at five centimeters from the Yunqing Dyeing Face Gate!

Yan Jiu was dressed in snow-white clothes, and the face that was reflected became more and more cold and lonely, "Why don't you...

"The Emperor Wants to Spoil Me Spoil Me" The little princess is dead and is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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