C1667 The sword came from afar

"Beauty?"

In the wilderness, Fang Xiaoyu played with his moustache, and daintily laughed: "Little vixen? "Where did you go?"

"Do you feel uncomfortable all over? Not pain, but itch? The more he scratched, the more itchy it got, and the more itchy it got. After that, he would scratch the skin and start scratching the flesh, right? Oh, that feeling, my Lord