Chapter 1717: Magma Human

ill. The blue silver grass, in a fine tendril form, was released but instead of facing the opponent, it wove itself into an irregular large net in front of him, blocking his path.If Li Chushui continu...se, "I won't let you breathe, see if you wake up." 。The monkey was indeed uncomfortable. Its body twisted, and with a paw it swatted away the girl's hand, opening its eyes. 。Their eyes met, a gleam o...