But I still hit the paper. The more I look at it, the weirder my face looks. My eyes flashed and stopped several times. I looked at the black Baal and then at the paper.
Li Pingan quickly said, "What is this writing?" Zhao Xinyue’s eyes flashed with a vacant mouth and an awkward mouth. He put the paper in his kit and said, "Zhao Xinyue, the younger brother of the hospital, visited Xiaoshu." "What?" "The evil spirit is Mr. Twelve’s junior uncle?" "Isn’t that husband teacher younger brother? How […]