Sixty-one

Besides Dudi, she had no one to rely on. Only Dudi knew how to help her, how to save Fei Mo. Thinking of Ye Feimo, her palms sweated profusely, and her body trembled with chills.The woman in white wal...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."aka lay there weakly. From the corner of his eye, he saw a missile flying erratically in the air. He frowned, hoping it wouldn't come down. If it did, he and Wushuang would be nothing but minced meat....