chapter 171 Gift for Aunt

Aeolus Doyle shrugged and looked at Sage. "Medicine boy, didn't you hear me? Rub it quickly." Willow Amery almost bit his tongue off with his teeth. Why is the Boss, who cherishes flowers, so domineering towards the Goddess of Wind? Look, the Goddess of Wind is almost crying out of grievance, and Willow Amery can't bear it. However, to his surprise, although Sage was extremely unwilling, she still surrendered with tears in her eyes, squatted down, stretched out her white jade fingers,...