lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,Fu Jing stood up. He was over six feet tall, his aura not shrinking at all, as he met his gaze, "Second brother.",Not at all affected, Huo Jing's satisfaction didn't come close to her imagined victory. It felt like punching a cotton ball, completely pointless effort. This makeup was really annoying, it didn't have any effect!。