When the Golden Finger Lands in the Hands of the Villain

His mother's face panicked: "My son, don't listen to your uncle Wang saying that mother had had such a period with him when he was young, but that is a thing of the past. I have never done sorry Your father's business! "

Yue Bin: "..."

His mother continued to say bitterly: "Don't say anything else, look at your **** and your father is born in a mold ..."

"Okay, mother, don't tell me, I know." Yue Bin drew a corner of her mouth and quickly reached out to stop his mother's explanation.

What is it called every day!

In a spacious and gorgeous palace, there is a clear pond made of white jade. There is no water in the pond, but it is filled with white smoke.

If anyone on the Mingguang continent was here, they would be surprised.

Because that white jade has a name called Liuchuan Bingqiyu, which is a cultivating treasure. Just one piece is worth more than tens of thousands of spirit stones. If an ordinary warrior gets a piece, it will immediately be regarded as a heirloom and carefully stored.

But here, a large number of Ruchuan Ice Qiyu is actually used to build a clear pond.

One can imagine how fast the practice will be in it.

By the pool, lazily leaning on a beauty.

It is indeed a beauty.

Even the precious Ruchuan Bingqiyu jade, under his face, was dimly dulled.

The heaven and earth are transformed into one body, transcending gender and transcending the beauty of the world.

The whole body, even in any place, is perfect.

A waterfall-like silver long divergence on the shoulders, the glory of circulation is better than the clean moonlight outside the hall.

It stands to reason that such a look will surely attract countless covetous people, who want to occupy it completely, but all greed will disappear when they see the pair of extremely cold purple eyes.

Can't help but have a heart of fear.

"Master!" A handsome man in a purple robe walked to Yuchi, kneeling on one knee.

"Shi Caijian came to visit, and his subordinates declined on the grounds that you are practicing in retreat, but he seems unbelieving, I'm afraid he will still