Chapter 468: Remeeting Mo Lan

ulin's face, "How is it, not like"Ye Zhi almost blurted out, "Not like!"The chubby middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at him, with a hint of reproach in his eyes, then turned back, respectful...he fist of the Heavenly King are purple-black. Faced with a steamed bun, what can the Heavenly King do Even if his fists are overflowing with power, there wouldn't be any other way to deal with it at...