水蜜桃一区一区三小说

Ye Fa's holy robe was hunting, his right hand stretched out, his fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed Yang Ji fiercely. With this grab, the void roared sharply, and a huge vortex was formed within a radius of hundreds of feet. It converged on Ye Fasheng's wrist, and together with Ye Fasheng's own power, it pressed towards Yang Ji with a roar like an overwhelming force....