a worn-out, rough cloth doll in her arms.That was a month's worth of Tang Wulin's wages that he earned to buy it for her. The doll's eyes were also purple, just like hers, and its hair was silver, dye...Yang Nianxia waved her arms, slamming the two bodies hard onto the ground. Zheng Yiran hadn't reacted yet, but Zheng Long and Zheng Hu had already vanished as two white lights.

"You—" Zheng Yiran stared blankly at Yang Nianxia, she couldn't have imagined that the deadly poison of her brothers Zheng Long and Zheng Hu would have no effect on this big man whatsoever. 。"Zheng Yiran, hello, my name is Yang Nianxia" 。Please adviseary people. 。As for the mutation of the martial soul, compared to aptitude, it's not the most important factor. 。The opening ceremony was still the same old things and words as always. 。It ended very...