欧宝娱乐

“What are you suggesting? That we whack our future queen behind the head and carry her home?"
Mykal faced his Do' strath with a reckless grin. The amused tilt of Kael's lips turned his ice into rivulets of fresh water. "Precisely."
Kael's smile faltered, "what.”
― C.M. Karys, Ilahara: The Last Myrassar