lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

Du Fei raised his hand, using the dim light to survey the room.,In his mind, a grid-like space appeared, and a feeling arose within him: as long as he thought about it, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.,"My god, isn't this the widow of Qin" Du Fei's heart raced with a swarm of grass mud horses: "Those two big shots just now... were Liu Haizhong."。