The devil?
Chu Qingyao felt guilty when he thought of the sword that Xuanyuan fired at him last time. "Did he say anything about it?"
"No."
"Bring him in." The devil wanted to see her, but never walked through the door. What kind of wind was...
The devil?
Chu Qingyao felt guilty when he thought of the sword that Xuanyuan fired at him last time. "Did he say anything about it?"
"No."
"Bring him in." The devil wanted to see her, but never walked through the door. What kind of wind was...