Chapter 711

Feimo looked at the joyful ballroom scene, slightly narrowing his eyes. To fit in, he put on an antique golden mask, holding a glass of red wine while standing in a corner watching the dancing men an...e didn't answer; Mo Xiaobai saw that Ye Feimo's expression was blank and impassive and couldn't help but think that the effects of this medicine were really that excellent, leaving no trace behind at...