The beautiful chaebol lady crossed her slender legs, exhaled like a blue, and said seductively:
"How about being my sister's slave? As long as you agree, my sister will be yours."
Faced with the ultimate temptation of such a wealthy woman, Zhao Yan, who was so clear and stupid, took a step back and accused loudly and heartbreakingly:
"Comrade! I only cut my braids so that I wouldn't be a slave!"
"Now if I agree, wouldn't my braids be cut in vain? Didn't I abandon the holy Carla in vain?"
"If that's the case, am I worthy of the teachings of Artanis, Archbishop of Light, and worthy of the sacrifice of Zeratul, the Dark Templar!"
"He said that I am the sun at eight or nine o'clock, the rising star! The firstborn Son of God will never be a slave!!!"
Come on, it's good.