Chapter 575: It's Time to Kill

jade-white wine pot, and those delicate fingers, pink and smooth like sheep fat, held the pot with the greenness of spring onions. Just looking at them, one can't help but wonder what it would be like...th interest.The little servant frowned and said, “Who are you If you have something to say, leave your names behind. When my master returns, I will inform him.”As he was speaking, there was a commotio...