Mistress, I Was Wrong

Group flame. The arrow has not yet reached the front of the Minghui, and it has been burned to the ashes by the flames.

No teeth continually roared against Lien, low, but the hair on the neck was stunned by Oriental Minghui, and this did not rush.

She quickly slammed a broken tree under her **** and pacified her. "Good, toothless, awesome, more and more powerful."

The vines behind the small color dragged back the roots of many big trees that were accidentally stepped on. They dragged a lot of roots back. "You ignited like this, the group of people who chase this kid will soon Chasing."

"Hey, you have to fight hard when you are full."

She was no stranger to the barbecue, and a scent of fragrance spread from them, attracting a lot of beasts. Even Lien, who sat on the sidelines and looked at the flames and burst into flames, was attracted by this fragrance.

He was hungry, and his eyes were staring at the grilled meat, smelling the scent, his tongue twitching on his lips.

"Give you."