Chapter 935

Chapter 184Zhao Ping'an had no psychological pressure at all, and directly opened his mouth, liking something meant he had to get it. Money was nothing but an external thing.Chapter 935

A bed is inside the room.

A woman with sweat dripping from her brow, who had originally seemed reluctant, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing this.

It is exactly Zhao Ji's month!

"tting cross-legged on the ground, slowly got up."Young Sect Master!"Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!"Young Sect Master, you mustn't let a momentary fit of anger ruin...