The Seventh Miss, Di

Even though Ye Liuli was clever, she didn't react immediately. The hand that was about to lift the red veil froze in mid-air.,Dongfang Lie narrowed his eyes, "This king imagined it beautifully. Let's make this skin into a war drum and send it to the frontline soldiers.",When he thought of this, Ye Liuli's spine felt a chill again. Could there be... martial arts in this world。