The Seventh Miss, Di

Dongfang Lie narrowed his eyes, "This king imagined it beautifully. Let's make this skin into a war drum and send it to the frontline soldiers.","Be bold!" Dong Fang Lie instinctively shouted, but Zi had already rushed out of control.,When holding the medicine box, Ye Liu almost cried. Whether it was thanking the Virgin Mary or Guanyin Bodhisattva, at this moment, all she wanted to do was express her gratitude.。