lt;lt;Waste Material

The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,Nangong Yu's long and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but re-examine the person in front of him.,The appearance is still as hideous as before, but the arrogant and cold expression, those eyes sharp as a leopard's, make one feel instantly that the person before them is different from before.。