Towards the East Minghui, although they don’t know who they are, they killed the people who have been chasing him for the enemy, the enemy of Cyril. The enemy of the enemy is a friend.

Dongfang Minghui was shocked by him, and he waved his hands again and again, and found that his hands were very busy, so he smiled and glared at his head. "Don't give me such a grand ceremony, just take me out."

Two people told the chicken and the duck, blinking, blinking, and blinking.