The Wan Foli is no fool.
From the conversation with Mo Lin, he could feel that Mo Lin didn't remember anything about Immortal Island.
"Ah... self-inflicted suffering, can't live."
Wan Foli hung his head, deeply regretting his choice to go to Immortal Island.
He looked at Mo Lin with a complex expression, finally reminding him, "The prohibition of Immortal Island is fake, and many rules are fake."
"My little darling, who let you run around?"
A sharp voice came through.
At that moment, Wan Foli's body suddenly trembled.
As if he had heard something terrifying.
At the door, a plump woman slowly walked in.
This woman had a definitely water barrel-like figure.
With her hair tied up and wearing sexy clothes that didn't match her figure.
She was surprisingly wearing high heels.
The flesh of her feet oozed from the high heels.
She must have weighed over four hundred pounds.
It was unknown how those high heels could bear her weight.
