lt;Natural Disasters

Three years into the apocalypse, Su Mengyao remained immaculate, unstained by the chaos. Her complexion was fair with a touch of blush, as if she were still living in a world of prosperity and splendor.,Jiang Ning seemed to think of something, took out the blade and cut his finger, letting the blood drop onto the pendant.,No time for chit-chat, hang up the phone and transfer 50,000 yuan. [Top up later].。