"That grandson's studs are all bright! The guard kicked Mordred's calf directly when watching the replay just now! How could it be okay! That position is a popliteal! Torn muscles with strength is a trivial matter! possible!" facefucking Mordred opened his eyes, and the fans' shouts of his name still echoed in his mind. He weakly rubbed the baby fat on both sides of his cheeks, got up and started to wash.