Mistress, I Was Wrong

I don’t think it’s right. This time, Xiaoguang went straight back to Qianjia. The two people outside the Qianjiamen are familiar with Dongming Minghui. They often look at her. With Xiaoguang, so the barriers are not stopped, let Xiaoguang go in directly.

While the little guy is screaming with excitement, he is very diligent in adding energy and energy to his own energy system.

The oriental Minghui forehead couldn't help but drop a drop of sweat, so it was not dead. The light soul bell on her waist suddenly screamed.