My gentle tyrant (33)_1

Both of them were silent.

Their worldview had been challenged to a certain extent.

Even a stone had become a spirit.

When he thought about how they had all traveled to a different time and space a thousand years later, it did not seem so unacceptable ... My ass!

Fu Shang raised his blade and continued to threaten. His beautiful face that was as beautiful as a fairy's looked a little ferocious at this moment.

"You don't believe me, right? hehehe."

Fu min slammed his palm on the stone on the table.

Ruthlessly.

To what extent? If this slap had landed on Ji Xiaorong's body, he would have been sent to see his father.

At this moment.

A soft, sobbing voice was heard. stop, you barbarian. How can you be like this?? "

The three of them stared at the stone on the table.

Fu Shang stretched out his slender index finger and poked the beautiful stone, ""What are you?"

The thin voice sounded again.

"I am the rule of this small world."