Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Do you think this is useful?"

Ye Qingfeng asked calmly.

For him,

he had seen many people who swayed with the wind.

They say one thing on the surface,

but play tricks behind the scenes.

Although this Zhan Xing, in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, was not even worth an ant,

for Xiaoqing and Sister Mei,

this Zhan Xing was a time bomb.

He might one day use special methods to get the two of them into bed.