C482 The Imperial Messenger of the Team

"Old ghost, old ghost, where did you die?"

Zhao Xiaoming was awesome now. He was standing on the grass with a big mouth. Diana was massaging his shoulders gently.

Other than loving to remember the results, Huang Yuanzhu also liked the equipment. There were so many television sets. No matter who it was, he would arrange for it to be taken off.

When he asked the old Taoist priest