how a stallion is made

Chapter 118

"enough!"

"My lord! Cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots, not killing them will not be enough to quell our You Yun's hatred!"

"My king orders you all to stop!"

"My lord!"

"Boom!"

Throwing the piano, playing ignorance once, like water a thousand times.

Everyone in the city was forcibly ordered and had to give up massacring the city.

Tantai Shuhe vomited blood, no one was there when he woke up, and the night was slightly cold.

The author has something to say:

I am sorry.