Qi Youlu exerted more force before pulling out the willow leaf sword!

"This man has great hand strength!"

"They were nailed to the ground with their bodies included!"

Jia Cong frowned and walked out the door.

The smell on the earrings is consistent with the smell on the willow leaf knife.

He doesn't know why, but he just feels like this person hasn't left yet.

It seems to be hidden in the darkness of the Dali Temple Tianlao.

Watch him running around like a headless fly.

It seems to be ridiculing, but also seems to be contemptuous...

Jia Cong simply emptied his mind.

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly and walked forward blankly.

Zhongqin was about to speak.

Qi Youlu grabbed him, winked, and shook his head slightly.

In front of it is the kitchen of Dali Temple.

It’s almost time for dinner.

Several cooks are busy in the back room.

Outside is a middle-aged cook who does chores and washes vegetables. She is shaking the pot to draw water from the well and wash the vegetables...

The midday sun.

It just shines on her only one jasper earring!

Jia Cong shouted: "Uncle Liu, Brother Youlu, she is the murderer!"

The cook poured a bucket of well water as if she were practicing!

A ribbon flew out of his hand.

Just count the numbers on the tree, and you will instantly fly into the depths of Dali Temple!

A young female voice sneered:
Chapter completed!