Mistress, I Was Wrong

"died?"

Oriental Minghui took out the water in the space and poured it on Xiaojin Pseudo-Dragon. The other party was still soft, but the mouth was a piece of mouth, like a stranded fish. She was busy feeding it with spirit liquid. You wake up to me, or you will feed you without teeth."

The escaping look of the toothlessness immediately dissipated and the eyes suddenly lit up.