Jun Xiaoyao asked lightly."You..." Yang Pan struggled, but he couldn't turn over no matter what.Jun Xiaoyao's own divine power almost crushed his head.Shame, hatred, rage, helplessness...All kinds of...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.t Sacred Body.Soft and delicate body, as boneless as silk.Even through the sheer skirt, you could feel how smooth it was."Jun Xiaoyao, sitting calmly and not being disturbed, gave a faint smile and sa...