ar with his hand outside.Her porcelain-like skin, as white as condensed milk, was exposed in the carriage. A faint fragrance wafted up, painting a silhouette of white and delicate pink.He lowered his...s smile was filled with understanding and a hint of the victor's joy.Wang Da zhao stood beside the crenellation on the city wall. He could feel that just now, Gu Zatailong had a complete chance to jum...
Chapter 1793: Combat Power of the Iron Stupa