On the other hand, Mo Xiaoen's tight-fitting clothes were cut by the strong wind. The snow-white skin was exposed from the slight gap. Even the position on his chest was no exception. The pink underwear could be seen. The red lips and lips were all oozing out. Obviously, he was injured under the strong pressure of He Chuwu. Li Si didn't care about the sudden scent. At this time, he was completely shocked. Mo Xiaoen, who was at the second level, actually defeated so quickly. What kind of fuck is this old man?