In the Yunlai Inn, Ming Qiyue was holding on to the bed in prostration, her face was pale, but her eyes were full of anger: What a Feng Nuanyang, he dared to play her like this, wait for her to get better, see if she is ......

Suddenly there was a loud pop, and there was a foul smell in the air, and she covered her nose and continued to hold her belly...

"Evil King, Your Vest Has Fallen Off" Chapter 270 Can't Be Washed It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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