Mystic Clan of the P

A melodious yet icy female voice echoed in his ear. Lu Jiangxian faintly saw a blurred face, but couldn't make out anything clearly.,A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes, and Lu Jiangxian wanted to open them, to rise. But his body, like a lead weight, ignored his commands completely.,Perhaps because he had suppressed it for too long, Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly conjured up such thoughts, and his mood even felt a little excited.。