C184 The Puppet of the Nine Yang Divine Art

So big, so white, so round, so tender …

Ye Long had just finished cultivating the third stage of the Nine Yang Divine Technique, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely and his waist was sore and his legs were weak. Just as he was about to bury his head in his bed and take a nap, he heard a light sound coming from Lu Ziyao's room