und the cotton swab.And Xiaoxiao.Ho Mingzheng's lips pursed into a straight line.In ancient times, Ji Lin, Song Qing霜, Xia... Huo Mingzheng.He suddenly drew out ointment from his right hand, along wit...could stop him."I'm asking you again, where did Fu Yan go" His face was full of a chillingly cold rage.Without a doubt, he wanted to kill Ji Lin.A fishy, salty taste rose in his throat. Ji Lin met Huo...