But at this time, Xu Hei has been kneeling for almost five or six minutes, but Li Yuanqing has not moved at all.
Xu blackhead cold sweat is like a broken curtain bead line that can’t stop dripping, but he can’t wipe it, and he always keeps a posture like Woodenhead’s dull kneeling on the ground. A long time Li Yuanqing suddenly spit out a mouthful of polluted air "Black looked up at me". Xu Heineng looked up […]