Ye Xinglan was about to cry. 。 。"Who's stopping you from eating more" Tang Wulin stepped forward, pulled her away, and strode towards the stadium. 。He can't afford to waste time, he still has to part...She was still a woman, looking like she was in her twenties. A light gauze veil covered her face, and she wore a white dress. 。Her delicate figure was partially concealed by the white sand, and a pale hand reached out, pointing at Ye Xinglan's nape. 。Stars reappeared, appearing with pinpoint accuracy behind their own head. 。A crisp "ding" sound 。 has already clearly surpassed the scope of his normal physical defenses, meaning this is already an attack that could threaten him. 。He let out a cold snort. Tang Wulin stomped his right foot heavil...