Fang Yourong turned her face and pursed her lip line slightly, helpless and headache.

The first time I don't want this kind of thing to look good.

A little angry.

But she turned her head and became angry, and seemed to think it was unnecessary, so she turned around and looked at the junior sister Qingqiu who looked a little proud of her eyebrows.

"You look good, too."

"Ah, senior sister said this, I..."

"Your sword."

Your sword, transliteration - your bad.

One pun.

Qin Yu: "．．”

The morning sound on the waist made a sharp and crisp sound, and the fat cat in his arms swayed his fat tail.

As if agreeable.

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Unlike Wuque and others who were the commander Fei Jian, the route chosen by Min Hualou and others is still mainly waterways.

On the boat, Min Hualou was still holding a big watermelon and eating it, but his face was gone. He thought seriously and then said, "You have thought about it if she can win?"

Middle-aged man, “No.”
Chapter completed!