One demon and another were fighting each other, and Hu Yunong comically waved his meaty arms. The movements were fierce, and the fat all over his body trembled up and down along with it.
She had already reached the limit of her physical strength. Large beads of sweat seeped down her forehead and temples. Her hair was stuck to her face in strands. Her entire face was red and filled with fine moisture.
At this time, she was opening her mouth and "whooshing" and firing her bow left and right at Hu Lingguang. She was startled by Hu Lingguang's sudden shout.
She thought that the female thief under her would perform some powerful and beautiful moves, and her eyes, which were squeezed into two slits by fat, were wide open out of curiosity. . . . . .
Intention: self-discipline