Chapter 845: The Best Choice

ley, whispering softly:"I smell the scent of an M-Nation person on you, cowardly and ruthless, with no bottom line, just like Pan!"As she spoke, Ripples raised her delicate hand and lightly tapped the..."Yes."

Wen Zhao Ming did not beat around the bush, but gave a positive answer.n.Since that day, ripples entered an endless cycle, like a top, constantly going back and forth between the dormitory, shooting range, cafeteria, and lecture hall, gradually improving her shooting ski...