Chapter 817: Selling Intelligence

gently placed it on the small tea table beside the soft couch. Hearing his words, she said, "Plum blossoms are cold-resistant, and in this winter when all things are quiet, there aren't many flowers...an have the stuff, but don't even think about seeing the person.Hòu Yùshū was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood."This object is very precious..."When Cui Zhu heard this, she snorted and became...