this time, the claws of "Cantaloupe No. 3",
is scratching at Muller's hair,
Unconsciously, the lower body began to sway,
The three thousand hair strands on the top of the head are scattered and flying with the shaking,
Without warning, an arc-shaped fountain gushed out from the Tianchi,
Muir opened his mouth without hesitation,
Let the water of barley tea pour down your throat,
After a cup of tea time,
Two naked drives,