Zhao Ping'an Qi works

Chapter 976

    

Yes!"Zhang Kangding immediately lay on the ground, his arms passing through his thighs, his four claws facing the sky, using his back to scrape across the ground, just like a turtle flipping its shell... Yang Qian lay in bed, her eyes tightly closed, her face as white as paper, even her lips had turned white. With the naked eye, you could barely see her breathing. A bandage wrapped around her wrist!...