Chapter 1285: Golden Belly, Silver Hips

d thread effortlessly blocked a jet-black spike, but even so, Tang Wulin still caught a whiff of a metallic sweetness, and his head swam. 。A chill spread from Wu Changkong's body. 。That was a layer...e's own judgment. 。This is not an easy task. 。Because, this would make him more passive. However, when his absolute speed is inferior, this is the only way he can find some opportunities. 。But, are op...