C672 True Poseidon

672 True Poseidon

When Murong Ying asked, she immediately blushed.

"B-young miss …" "You … If you ask this question, I don't know how to answer …"

Tieh Zhu's breathing became a little ragged, a fierce man that was two metres tall … No, it was a ferocious woman. She was holding her own bald head and wriggling about.

But Murong Ying didn't seem to be angry at all