美丽的小蜜蜂美国版2

After saying this, Ning Cheng raised his fingers. The wooden nail that cut through all space slowed down in front of Ning Cheng. Before Ning Cheng could raise his hand to grab the wooden peg, Qin Mutian's black and white thin cymbals transformed into a black and white space and rolled up the wooden peg and disappeared without a trace....