Mistress, I Was Wrong

The smile is ten fingers, and the ten white silk threads that can be seen by the flesh penetrate into their bodies. Several sticky insects change instantly. It became the size of the ten fingers, and quickly took the spiritual and vitality of the six of them to clean.

Six people can't guess what they are doing.

They were sitting in a pose, wide-eyed, keeping all the movements, the wind blowing, and a white bone blasting body with clothes.

"Ok?"

Meng smiled and picked up a few silver needles, and the silver needles also flashed a unique cold light.

"Oriental Minghui."