lt;lt;Waste Material

The scarred man was kicked hard off the bed, let out a cry of pain, and then stared at Li Qianzi in astonishment.,Li Qianzi cursed inwardly, her figure blurred, flitting like a ghost through the blades and shadows of the battlefield...,Nangong Yu's long and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but re-examine the person in front of him.。