When the Golden Finger Lands in the Hands of the Villain

His mother looked panic-stricken: "Son, don't listen to your Uncle Wang's nonsense. My mother had a relationship with him when she was young, but that's all in the past. I've never done anything. I'm sorry. It's about your father!"

Yue Bin: "..."

His mother continued to speak earnestly: "Don't say anything else, look at your ass, which is born in the same mold as your father..."

"Okay, mother, stop talking, I understand." Yue Bin twitched the corner of his mouth, and quickly reached out his hand to stop his mother's explanation.

What is it called every day!

In a spacious and gorgeous palace, there is a clear pool made of white jade. There is no water in the pool, but white smoke is filled with it.

If anyone who knows the goods in Mingguang Continent is here, they will be shocked.

Because that white jade has a name called Liuchuan Bingqi Jade, it is a treasure for cultivation, just one piece is better than tens of thousands of spirit stones, if an ordinary warrior gets a piece, it will be immediately cited as a family heirloom and carefully treasured.

But here, a large amount of Ruchuan ice qiyu was actually used to build a clear pond.

It is conceivable how fast the progress will be when practicing in it.

By the pool, there was a beauty leaning lazily.

She is indeed a beauty.

Even the incomparably precious Ruchuan Ice Qiyu was dimmed under his face.

The good fortune of taking the heaven and the earth into one body, transcending gender and transcending the beauty of the world.

The whole body, no matter where it is, is the most perfect.

A long silver hair like a waterfall is scattered on the shoulders, and the brilliance flow is better than the clean moonlight outside the temple.

It stands to reason that such an appearance will definitely attract countless covetous people who want to completely possess it, but all greed will disappear completely when they see those extremely cold purple eyes.

Can't help giving birth to a cold heart of fear.

"Master!" A handsome man in a purple robe walked up to Yuchi and knelt down on one knee.

"Shicai Jianjun came to visit, and his subordinates declined on the grounds that you are retreating and practicing, but he doesn't seem to believe it, and I'm afraid he will