C558 Zhao xing's death

Xiao Yi walked through the long street and swaggered back to his own villa.

Just as he let out a long breath and sat down on the sofa, the delicate voice of the Bai Jiaoniang resounded in the toilet on the first floor: "Sunshine Burn Burn Burn, smoke rising. From afar, I saw the toilet on the horizon.

Hearing such a sensational limerick, Xiao Yi's face immediately surged with two black lines