Chapter 1285: Golden Belly, Silver Hips

At this thought, Xie Xian couldn't help but clench his fists. 。But the battle that day, there was one thing that left a deep impression on him. 。That is Wu Sitong's own martial spirit fusion skill. 。T... time to complain about fate, and he also knew Muye's style very well. No matter how much he called out, he wouldn't get any sympathy from him. 。With both hands, he ripped off all his clothes with a w...