At three tables, everyone was drunk, and at ten miles, the aroma spread. Some say this phrase is used to describe wine, but using it to describe the "unexpected" six consecutive bangs released by Qiuyue is not an overstatement at all. Ah, a ten-mile aroma? You are really underestimating Qiuyue, or rather, underestimating women.
If it weren't for the high-altitude climate of Mount Everest, the power would absolutely match that of a hydrogen bomb explosion in a desert area.
At this moment, the speed of the mountain's snow melting had increased.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.
At this moment, people's hearts were shattered. Su Xuan had just finished, and Qiuyue followed. Why were the spectators always the ones who got hurt?
The Iron Sand Guards on the stage had already sat down on the ground, leaning on each other, afraid of falling over.
