lt;lt;Waste Material

At this time, Nangong Yu, who was secretly monitoring the situation in Xifang, was shocked and rushed over with his men.,Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.,"Hmph, you shameless jerk. You don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either."。