Zhu Qilan covered her aching chest and sat up with difficulty.
The friar of Huashenjing has strong vitality, but after a while, the three blood holes running through the chest and back will completely recover.
She stood up expressionless, and with a thought in her mind, drew two white tigers in front of her and blocked Lu Bei.
Scrub -——
"Cousin, what are you doing? I can do whatever you want!"
Lu Bei looks out and is blocked by a large round face plate. He stops, the white tiger stops, he moves, the white tiger moves. After several rounds, he sees nothing except the clothes Zhu Qilan threw on the ground