捣弄着蜜水潺潺的花穴

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Zhenwei's mouth, as if he was mocking the other party's wisdom, and he crossed his hands. Cut at the back. He said to the big man who wielded a single sword, "Well, I am Lin Zhenwei." You guys, when I send you to hell. Don't drink Meng Po soup, otherwise you won't be able to find anyone to take revenge in the future....