Going to the Holy Imperial Court!
編輯: Atlas Studios
Seeing that Dongfang Ruoshui had spoken, the girls let Yang Luo off.
Yang Luo sat up. His hair had already been scratched into a chicken coop, and his clothes were about to be torn off. There were red marks all over his body.
More importantly, someone had secretly kissed Yang Luo's face and left a lipstick mark.
"Hahaha…"
Seeing Yang Luo like this, Xu Ying, Bujie, Prajna, and Lin Wenxuan couldn't help but laugh.
Yang Luo glared at the four of them and said, "You four heartless fellows, I asked you to help, but you pretended not to see it!"
Bujie shook his head and said, "Brother Yang, it's fine if you want me to charge into the front line. Only you can deal with this situation. No one can help you!"
Xu Ying, Prajna, and Lin Wenxuan nodded repeatedly.
Dongfang Ruoshui and the others couldn't help but laugh.
The flowers were vibrating, charming his eyes.
At this moment.