Chapter Twenty: Fusion

athed. Every hammer blow, like a massage for it, would bring a sense of comfort. When this sense of comfort reached its peak, the silver sublimated, accumulating quantitatively into qualitatively.Even...to keep her eyelids open, staring at Wu Changkong. Her eyes were slightly red. 。Then she turned her head to look at Tang Wulin, who was lying beside her. 。Tang Wulin's expression was very calm, and i...