C184 Shang of the Bedlam Lands

An hour had passed, but the line was still not ready. On the other hand, the strong male slaves at the side were all dumbfounded as they stared at them in a daze.

Leng Mufeng couldn't help but have a headache. When he arrived at Wu Dingshan, he didn't know how to deal with these beauties. Leng Mufeng's expression changed as he took out the Crimson-flame Sword