"Today, you are you, and I make a clean break." Jizhen’s voice just fell and a vase hit her head on, and her resolute eyes were instantly cold and folded.
Chapter two hundred and forty-seven Chanting "The first whip is to hit you with a bad attitude when you make a mistake." Jizhen’s dark brown pupil turns into a sharp sword, and a young black cowhide belt is mixed with "rustling" to break the wind, like a dragon spitting with a black core suddenly opening…