A thousand-mile horse always has a talent but not always. The young master is her talent.

"Looking at the end of the world, it's hard to find a confidant. Sir, I'm very happy that you can believe in the power of military artillery."

The light song brought great encouragement to Hua Wulei.

Qingge smiled and rubbed Hua Wulei's head: "Keep forging it, and the future will not let down your current suffering."

"yes!"

Hua Wu Lei's eyes flashed with tears, and she suddenly stood up on tiptoes to hug Qing Ge, and said in Qing Ge's ear: "Master, thank you."

Hua Wu Lei left in a hurry, with short gray hair, like an elf who strayed into the world.

Qingge exhaled, helplessly spread her hands, and shrugged.

Senior Gu Long saw it with his own eyes and could prove that it was not her who did it... "Look, you have harmed an ignorant girl again."

Senior Gu Long was heartbroken, why did these young girls suffer at the hands of the empress.

Qingge put away the Rouge Umbrella, and then she remembered that she still had the first form of Qiankun Tianji on her shoulders: the martial arts cannon.
Chapter completed!