Roaming Dragon, Shocking Wind (1)

"Mr. Zhou, I want it…"

Song Yushan smiled sweetly, like a torturous demoness filled with charm.

Her bad hand was already moving.

"Yes!"

Zhou Han was stunned and grunted.

He was unable to tolerate it any longer.

What Ancient Sword Tomb? What Emperor-grade sword? Let's talk about it in the future!

There was only one thing he wanted to do now, and that was…

He attacked directly.

"Ah!"

"It hurts!"

…

The next morning, Zhou Han woke up refreshed.

Looking at Song Yushan, who was sleeping soundly, with a satisfied smile on his lips, Zhou Han gently kissed her forehead.

After buying breakfast, he left.

He could not delay any longer. Otherwise, who knew what Song Yushan would do when she woke up?

Then the matter of the Ancient Sword Tomb would probably have to be postponed again.

Now that Song Yushan's phoenix bloodline was getting richer, it was not so easy to subdue.