chapter 151 One pot kills, all destroyed

The steaming heat waves spread out, and the small mountain belly was surging with heat. Wu Xuan was already sweating profusely, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat. The collar under the neck was already wet, and the clothes stuck to the body. The continuous mountains looked even more proud, giving people an irresistible impulse. "Be careful." Channing Sutton glanced at Wu Xuan and his face felt slightly hot. After all, it is the body of a sixteen-year-old, although he was...