The arrogant and venomous God of Death finally found his "little sickle". Unique + you have to = very sweet. "How are you going to compensate me?" Fu Yunlai looked up at her with a half-smile. Gu Dong secretly complained, you used me to cut the grass for no reason, and you asked me how to compensate you? Is there any heavenly principle? Am I not a majestic hunting scythe? Fu Yunlai clicked his tongue, and the corners of his pale lips turned up slightly: "You are my sickle, can't I use you to cut the grass? Isn't it best to use everything?" Gu Dong thought blankly: Do you know what I am thinking? Fu Yunlai raised his hand and knocked her, and said slowly: "Of course." Gu Dong collapsed: When will he fully recover? It's so frustrating to be a sickle that can't speak or move! ! ! !
