C1255 Who Do You Think You Are, Human Emperor?
"Who are you?" Xi Beihuo looked at the blood-colored mandala flower petals floating in the air in shock and said.
"What about you? Why didn't you introduce yourself to me in advance before asking me?" Before Wu Xiaoming could finish speaking, a delicate fragrance wafted from his nose.
"Be careful, she's not..."
"Get the hell out here!" Wu Xiaoming looked at Xi Beihuo
