Haiyan

Round battle. "

"If you don't have a wheel battle, what's the point of looking at it?"

The man who had been sitting quietly in the corner suddenly raised his head slowly. His voice was low and hoarse, with a very unpleasant piercing sound. There were small wounds all over his face. It was very obvious that he happened to be sitting at the door of the hall, and the wind blew in along the crack of the door, which happened to lift the hair on his forehead, revealing the clear word 'servant' on the corner of his forehead.

Liang Xiao shouted: "Meng, what do you mean by that!"

The man who was called rape smiled casually, and said slowly: "I mean, since it's a performance, wouldn't it be a pity if you don't enjoy it?!"