lt;lt;Waste Material

Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.,Li Qianzi cursed inwardly, her figure blurred, flitting like a ghost through the blades and shadows of the battlefield...,Moments later, four sounds of "bang bang bang bang!" rang out. Four guards were brutally knocked to the ground by Li Qianzi, dying instantly.。