Chapter 409

a long whip. The handle of the whip was pitch black, about half a foot long, and the whip itself was thick, cold, and hard, made of some unknown material that gleamed with a chilling light."Get your h...Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work.to Guangcheng."A flicker of emotion passed through Fu Yan's eyes.She looked away, "I can't keep myself healthy here.""Besides here, let's not talk about other places." Huo Mingzheng didn't give her an...