"Brother, Zhong Yiming offered more money, why did you refuse instead?" The petite archer lay on his painfully sad belly, his face flushed after exercise, like a ripe apple, extremely attractive. Her small white hands were drawing circles on her chest with a smooth voice.
After the cloud and rain, it would be comfortable if I could light a cigarette. I heard that the human race invented cigarettes. It tastes better than reality and is harmless. Unfortunately, the orc race is too stupid to invent it until now.
It would be great if someone could open up the channel between the human race and the beast race world. He was so sad that he was thinking in his heart, although he had no strength, his hands still fondled stroking the tall soft body, and said in his mouth, "Has Zhong Yiming approached you? How much benefit did he give you?"
"Give me a golden bow." The archer didn't hide it.
"Zhong Yiming is willing to pay the cost." He was so sad that he smiled. The value of gold utensils is basically more than 100 gold coins. This is definitely a big gift, and it is still an investment with an unknown return.
"If you shouldn't take it, I'll send it back." The archer said.
"Take it, why shouldn't you take it, people take the initiative to deliver it to your door, and it's not what you want, if you don't take it, you won't take it for nothing." It's so bitter and sad (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com