C67 Mad Dumaru

Yu Yedan couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What?" You like this posture? "

Zhan Ming's face was as cold as ice. He snorted and pushed his ankle with his left hand. At the same time, he took a step back.

Yu Yedan was quite skillful. With her left foot firmly planted into the ground, she had her right hand on her ankle, maintaining the posture of a horse