lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,Fu Jing's throat felt sore and bitter, a breath stuck in his lungs for a long while before he finally let out a soft "Hmm.",Having finally gotten one over on Fu Yan, how could she possibly miss the chance to flaunt it.。