Then he was caught like a dog, his feet off the ground, and he was caught.

Yang Wenhe was confused.

Who is it?

Strolling on the horse.

Dare to humiliate me like this!

That's not all, the hand that grabbed his neck began to shake it casually like a rattle.

Crack.

Yang Wenhe's joints were all out of touch.

He was immediately scared and lost.

I wanted to open my mouth, but my chin was dislocated.

"Fat! Don't take off the mud, it's fat, and the juice is tender."

A smile sounded behind him:

"You are not fat either? You don't have two taels of meat all over your body."

Liang Bohua was as stupid as a wooden chicken, Bai Ning's eyes shone, but Qin Yu clenched his fists and actually made a move.

Su Mu couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Chapter completed!