The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli's brain went blank, her limbs turned limp, and she collapsed. Yet, there was a faint scent of blood stinging her nostrils.,One could see a man in a black satin robe lying on the ground. Although he was disheveled, one had to admit that the man had an excellent physique.,When holding the medicine box, Ye Liu almost cried. Whether it was thanking the Virgin Mary or Guanyin Bodhisattva, at this moment, all she wanted to do was express her gratitude.。