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Chapter 1543 The white skirt is like fog(2/2)

"The master said that a gentleman should not act. Nalan thought so too. How could he hit someone? That's wrong!"

"Click!"

"ah!!"

The master and servant, who were in chaos at all times, stumbled down the stone stairs. When they arrived at the entrance of the small village, Robben finally rescued his hand from Nalan's mouth. Robben was very sad to find that Nalan couldn't see him now, but he caused all his actions to him to become more powerful than usual. This is especially true for his mouth.

"You troublemaker, if I don't deal with you this time, I will not be your master!" Robben began to speak harshly.

"Hmph! I usually take into account the face of my master and the mother, and now there is no one here, so it's not certain who can deal with him."

"Okay... You troublemaker dare to talk to your master like this now. Let me see if I..." Robben was about to grab Nalan when a voice quietly floated over, setting Robben and Nalan in place like instantly petrified.

"You... are here..." The voice seemed to travel through billions of spaces, ethereal and mysterious, making people stunned, and even wondered whether this strange sound really existed.

Robben and Nalan, who were stiff, turned their heads and found a person under the big tree at the entrance of the village.

A thick branch stretched out from the big tree at the entrance of the village, with a swing hanging on it. A woman in white was sitting on the swing, gently swinging...

When...who...

Robben Nalan had such a question almost at the same time. No one noticed when the woman appeared there, and even... there seemed to be no swing on the big tree just now...

The woman's white clothes swayed gently along the swing, as if she was covered with a layer of smoke and clouds, making people unable to see her body clearly.

"Master..." Nalan's face immediately became alert, "Master..."
Chapter completed!
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